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[blue_sunshine]

To sound ridiculously trite, I wish life was simple.

Of course, I don't really. Otherwise, where would individual growth occur? Self-realizations, self-deprecations.

I've these dreams I'm walking home
Home when it used to be
And everything is as it was
Frozen in front of me
John Mayer -- 83I listen to John Mayer, who spun round and round in

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[anonymous]

I've stopped my search for John Mayer these days. I got what I wanted from him, for now. I've built memories into his songs that will last me a lifetime, even though they've only formed in a few months. I still listen to the CD, and think of all the traveling, and all the people I've met along the way. I think of the people I gave the CD to, and how they either loved it, or hated it, though most adore it. And Donna, you are a heavy part of that memory, because you were a large part of the "Summer of John Mayer" for me. After you left, Josh and I went down to the old apartment (this reminds me of the bare naked ladies song), and it was so empty. It was so strange going down there without you there. When we moved, and I had to pack up that apartment, I kept the whole foods apron you left behind. I don't know why I did it. I guess to remind me that you were really there. I can't believe I cried when you left, I'm such a sap.

I promised you a package a few weeks back, but my CD burner is still broken, and I haven't figured out how to dub DVD to video (do you have a VCR or a DVD?). So, just know that it's coming someday...when I figure out the world of electronics.

Anyways, I still miss you, and I still hope that I (we) can make it back up to New York while you're still there. Take care, and say hello to New York for me.

Hugs and Love,
Jenn