Have I mentioned lately just how lucky I am? To have someone as perfectly compatible as Dianna in my life? 'Cause I am.
It's 6:30am, I can see out my front window, and some guy just came out of the apartments across the way. He's in shorts and a tank top, and he's got his bike, walking it out to the road. He settles his bag on the bike, reaches into it, and before he gets on to head out...he lights a fuckin' cigarette. Somehow, that just isn't right.