Red Rot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- this is a letter to all of the people who i have needed to talk to and havent talked to. somehow i pretend you will all get this, and that will be good enough dear everyone and no one, star radio was my summer 05 too and the song we listened to that night we became friends and sometimes you would spin remixes of it mike kelly, or karl's version of harder, stronger, faster and im thinking about you and that voice mail you left me and i will pull myself together and call you because ive been thinking about you even though ive made no action and we will talk and reminisce and relive the days and if i was there i would relive them with you meghan and we could put lipstick on each other because im bad at putting it on myself, and you could braid my hair while i call matt wood and think about my debut podcast and how we got along immediately and how once you walked me home and how we would hang out if i was still in norva, which im not and a weeks not long enough, and i probably wont call i will sit here feeling all summer sluggish and thinking about candis' mom and how she said to wear mascara and short skirts because we are girls and young and if you've got it flaunt it i hate that but i love that and i can hate and love so many things without ever making a concise decision have a bitchin summer,
3:05 p.m. - 2006-04-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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