Sitting in a fruity smelling apartment.
Listened to Joanna Newsom.
Matthew is playing the piano and singing.
He won't tell me what to make for lunch.
Thinking about California and the stuff needing to be brought so that entertainment does not have to be supplied by others.
Texting Lynnzie about baby and tatertots.
Wanting orange juice.
Wishing for musical talent.
Loving life
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