23 february 2000 | back | archive | forward

i want to be bigger than the clouds, stronger than the wind and brighter than the rain.

but i'm not. and it's getting to me.

all i want to do is crawl into bed and hide under my covers, just me, the counting crows, lorrie moore and my thoughts, although even they are pretty intrusive right now.

today is my mom's birthday. she looks 30 and sometimes acts 18, which is why i love her so.
happy birthday, mom!

must i?

he said my site reminds me of something she'd make. her name's christine, too.

"como se dice blah en español?"

i don't know if i've ever had breakfast in bed.

say hi:
easy as 1-2-3 with my guestbook and e-mail.