and these memories lose their meaning...

[nothinghead]

the boy who drew hearts in rose's yearbook in the 6th grade was arrested today in front of cleveland highschool for raping a woman, stealing and then burning her car later on last friday at oaks bottom, the very trail i'd take to go to the tracks. i only recognized his picture from passing through the yearbook days earlier and saying "haha, rose, didn't this guy have a huge crush on me?" "yeah, he used to make passes at me all the time and made jokes in explicit detail about having sex with me on fridays. always fridays."

in other news: calvin still hasn't called me, i am getting my haircut tomorrow, then going to homecoming-woo. work sucked as usual, and i'm stuck here on a friday night watching a 45 second new blip on an boy i once knew, turned rapist/arsonist/theif