it looks like it's raining outsde under the trees. but it isn't. all the ice is melting off the branches. it's pretty. i thought about gene kelly and light posts. and that awesome black dress. it was nice.

well, it was until i took the trash out and got soaked.

i haven't thought about garrett in maybe two years until yesterday. it was weird. he's the one who broke up with me because of my little side business and my hair. moreso the hair. i guess electric blue fauxhawks just didn't turn him on.

This is a FRIENDS ONLY journal starting now.