I Wish To Have Slumber Party With Metachat Tonighty... →[More:]
It's winter, ice is covering the streets like tombstones cover the dead, and I'm listening to
Mariee Sioux, which prompts this thread.
I wish we could all huddle together in sleeping bags and eat chips and wear pajamas and talk about everything until we sack out, at which point one of us says something strange in the dark about philosophy or squirrels and gets no answer.