I almost wish I'd kept in touch with more of my highschool friends; reminiscing about days gone by as I rummage through the closet sort of loses its appeal when I can't pick the phone up, call someone who was there and use the words, "hey, remember when we did this?" about eighty million times.
such is life.
June 29, 2003
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