Friday, March 12, 2004
It's Friday. The workers up the street are hacking up a dead tree. Our flowers are sprouting from their pots. Waller's birthday is coming up. T$ just left for school. I should be finishing my title layout. Garth's "She's Every Woman" is playing on repeat from my iTunes. A roommate from PA introduced this song to me back in '95. We'd sit in her room after classes were done for the day and listen to it over and over again. I like to sing along. After a while, we'd get dressed to go paint the town red that evening. I miss that house. Love you guys from 625.