The light read "Don't Walk" but I did anyway and now I wish I hadn't because as we ran across Sheridan our eyes met and I knew we could have fallen in love if it wasn't for that red Honda threatening my life.
My friend D. at the NA just got out of his Middle East Politics final exam. Want to know the format of his test? He had to write a poem.... I think that just restored my faith in humanity.
(Ok, so he also had to turn in a paper beforehand, but still...)