|KHftCEA 1999-04.2 April|
KHftCEA 1999-04.2 April
Jon: Sometimes I believe in god.
Jon: Yeh, like on perfectly still summer days, when there's no movement at all.
Then I try to light a cigarette, and a big gust of wind comes and blows out my match.
Frickin' god! He's such a goodie good.
Putting my first laptop down the thriftstore chute, the one I had
"silent conversations" with R on, even without the stickers (that Uncle Bill scraped off) is hitting me harder than I expected.
I take that back. That feeling was totally lost in the hustle + bustle of finishing moving.