Jan. 22nd, 2004
A snapshot from my evening:
Me, my t-shirt smeared with flour, forkful of lasagne in one hand and stirring vanilla cake mixture with the other, dancing round the kitchen to Pictures of You.
( Yeah, there was a reason. Sort of. )
Me, my t-shirt smeared with flour, forkful of lasagne in one hand and stirring vanilla cake mixture with the other, dancing round the kitchen to Pictures of You.
( Yeah, there was a reason. Sort of. )