I've been eating a lot of ice cream lately. The mercury is kicking and i am avoiding big fires in the process. My room does not have proper insulation and i feel like my hair is going to catch fire if i stay too long inside.
I befriended a strange creature called the Phantom Kangaroo. I would love to offer her an ice cream and a taco for publishing my poem but i wonder if she has a eucalyptus diet like her cousin the koala.
I am thinking about vacation for weeks now. I want to go out of LA for a change but i am so square with time at work. I wish for the day when i will wake up on a stange place with rose petals and bautiful strangers and a hearty breakfast on my bed.