tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977307044719724803.post1079492666217553080..comments2023-03-30T04:46:25.940-07:00Comments on a caffeinated coma: Phases.Ashelyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08332862267456637804noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977307044719724803.post-30258087942362032622009-05-13T21:15:00.000-07:002009-05-13T21:15:00.000-07:00he WAS pretty dreamy.he WAS pretty dreamy.Ashelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08332862267456637804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977307044719724803.post-15951155537185447962009-05-13T21:09:00.000-07:002009-05-13T21:09:00.000-07:00p.s. when i think moor i think emily dickinson. sh...p.s. when i think moor i think emily dickinson. she must use that word a lot. i've never looked it up but i get the idea it's like a meadow . . . there's definitely tall grass involved, in my head. possibly knolls too.c.c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17707704571448468226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1977307044719724803.post-66013771307098373052009-05-13T21:04:00.000-07:002009-05-13T21:04:00.000-07:00i looooooved doogie houser as a six-year-old watch...i looooooved doogie houser as a six-year-old watching things she shouldn't have been watching on tv. to me he was an unattainable older man. ha.c.c.https://www.blogger.com/profile/17707704571448468226noreply@blogger.com