Month: March 1999
I think I love this apartment. No matter what time of year, when I walk in after work, the sun is bathing the entire place in a bright…
dayuuuum its cold today. yesterday, I walked home with my coat open… just emjoying the brisk air. But I woke up this morning to reports of a pending…
so I fudged the date a bit… bite me. ug… i need to get some sleep. but who needs to be conscious at work… is no fun. you…
“The Touch of the Master’s Hand” by Myra Brooks Welch T’was battered and scarred and the auctioneer, Thought it scarcely worth his while. To waste much time on…