I need some new music. I am bored.
Today was quite lovely. I decided to roll down my windows on the drive home, and about half the vehicles I saw, had their windows down, too. Isn't it funny how we all had the same idea? But it was so warm.
I was at the high school for a play, and I started thinking about P.G. We were on stage crew together, and I remember her climbing up into her little hidey hole up near the rafters to work the lights. You know, I don't think I ever saw her angry.
Thursday, March 05, 2009
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I don't think I ever saw her angry, either. I always liked her. She was one of the few people at Jefferson that I didn't hate. Seriously, I remember her in art class and how she made a paper mache Billy Corgan. How she loved him and Marilyn Manson.
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