Tuesday, October 9, 2007

wake me before the trumpet sounds.

writing you from a bland classroom in a one story building in a no horse town.
(assuming anyone reads this i mean)

i keep going over this one conversation in my head- i mean seriously it's like all i can think about.

"i want always to be a boy and have fun"
"you say so, but i think it is your biggest pretend"

i think i know what you mean.