September 21st, 2007.
“I’m not a real person yet.” It’s a funny sentence. A couple of my friends have uttered it or something similar to me. I think what we mean is we’re
June 14th, 2004.
I’m worried about the heat. I’m a pansy when it comes to heat – i.e. I wilt. By Monday morning I’m discouraged and trampled with the knowledge that dreams don’t