course choice

fall 'o4

coarse hair

effing red

the thought of "tomorrow" keeps me going "today"

It's bloody cold in this room, I shake.

phone calls and empty closets

I <3 you

I rock out to the cd you gave me

here comes the sun is the jam.

the sun being the ranchero

and then here it comes

really, here the hell it comes, you cant miss it.

think about it, surely there is a connection

<3 6 feet either way