song: paint it black.
It was colder than a bia' outside so all the dregs decided to huddle their masses in the library. My usual desk was occupied so I had to sit at a station where apparently Ryan or Josh or Somebody Was Here --> 1/30/02. AGCI, AGCI, AGCI read the refrence books diametrically across from me. I wonder what those letters stand for. I got some work and some things not work done, but not much. The fools would not stop their chattering.
On the way to my car, I saw some people in the horizon that I had not seen for years. When they passed, they did not recognize me. I kept walking. Cham's boyfriend?/just friend? Lee called me from behind. We talked about Weezer and how some people were dropped when attempting to crowd surf.
WORK IN PROGRESS
We are a disposable society. We use things a few times, get tired of them, and throw them away. We are also a sentimental people. When I first discovered this I thought, "What an odd pairing. We banish things to history only to lament their passing."
lines.
Guy: You're real screwed up, you know.
Girl: Ditto.