it's finally winter here...cold...nice...i like it...i can wear at least three layers and not feel like a moron...
my best friend and also "the one that got away's" father is dying...kind of strange...makes me real sad...
my best friend and also "the one that got away's" father is dying...kind of strange...makes me real sad...
and, i could write a book about what you wrote in my journal. it's a long, long talk over coffee or some beers, at least. but hell, there's a slim chance i might end up in chapel hill within the year.