Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Magic 8

The one at Savor is always right, no matter what. Always. I hope.

Hope Schmope.

When I thought last night, and this morning in the shower, about all the things I wanted to write, there were so many things.

Turns out, notsomuch.

Last night, Boy played the guitar and Dave, he and I sang. Dave also played the guitar, and we sang. It was fabulous. I forgot how much I love to sing.


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