Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Money...why do people insist on throwing money into any outdoors-like structure that contains water? Dorks. Go buy a lottery ticket, fuh Chrissake, stop polluting the waterfall in the fern room! I stopped one kid from throwing pennies in the goldfish pond. Little punk.