"What ever you do, don't talk to Joe."
I'm picking Miguel up from the airport in an hour. huh.
A year ago, I thought I'd soon be moving to LA. Instead I stayed here, broken for months. Then healed, then truly happy. Yet now, I'm about to do what I did so many Friday nights before. Except it's all different. I have a feeling this is going to be one of those "in retrospect" moments.
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"that will never be me, no that will never be me, that will never be me!"
"she's really talented, why do you think I keep her tapes?"
take care of you. i'll call when i get home.
-t
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