big news night.

26 february 1999.

i fell a little short.

control your temperature, thank you very much. no one is interested in being set on fire. love is friendship set on fire.

you could walk into my room & light up in flames. i wouldn't notice. there's a rock in my shoe. when we used to walk across from the docks to the pool, you'd have to sneak through the patches of rocks. so she told me to pretend they were eggshells.. "don't want to break them, so you have to step softly." it hurt. but i didn't want to hurt the eggshells. step one in front of another, large, large steps.

i have completely lost my train of thought. does someone ever say something that just throws you for a complete loop? sometimes i don't know where your brain is. or what you did with your heart.

marrion.

barry.