books and music

i'm sorry i don't write much anymore.

but that whole "got up, went to work, listened to nada surf, caught the train, went to bed" thing gets tired after a while.

there's a boy. i could write pages about how sweet he is and stuff. and how happy he makes me. but i want to play it cool, yo.

i used to have exercise but i out grew it

killian's red: you're gonna melt all the ice in my head

and: you're gonna make it all better instead.

maybe by this thursday i will be in the small country town i used to call a home. and maybe me and jeremy could eat subway in the park and every thing might be back to the way it was.

or maybe i could stay here and forget that we ever met. [and what did or did not occur]

26/07/2004 13:13

light | love