stepping stones.
forget.
there's a lot i always want to type and say and write.
but it looks warm enough outside to forget it all.
or to remember to forget like birthdays and dates from before.
i can make new memories, through sharing words and telephone rings.
sometimes it's good to say things that don't just don't even mean "things."
it was good bad good bland,
and i talked to a woman in her 40s for about half an hour after the
Guidance Advisory Committee meeting. I felt like
these hips were never meant for childbearing
as much as they were
today.
College will be collegiate feet that i stand on in confusion.
but I AM excited.
and can proudly say that,
and can proudly say that
i have not been able to say that in a while...
ah, there's a lot.
breathing. right?
yeah. yes.
i'm semi-bad about telephone calls.
and homework these months.