Saturday morning. My heart feels
Saturday morning. My heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest. Wonder if it’s just the cigarettes. Yeah, been a bad bad girl. All those late nights, all that beer, all the friends and talk calls for a good old smoke. The new rule is: “I can smoke while I’m in Dublin.”.
"I didn’t know I was this geeky until I discovered the online world through my office’s 2400 baud modem back in ’93."