Friday, March 26, 2004
Lately I've started to do that thing again where I retreat to my imagination. It's probably not too healthy. But it sure beats cleaning my room. Or going to Chippendale's.
I think it's a symptom of not wanting to leave. I'm trying to bring back the past when, in reality, it's all for nothin. Oh well. Here's to the night. The day, the ice cream, the fight, the other fight, the dance, the last night, the goodbye, and the aftermath.
Yay for utter vagueness.
Jaclyn wuz here at 8:22 PM |