...you notice some snowdrops coming up in a patch of yard where the snow has melted, and you nearly weep with joy. Like a rescue worker has moved a piece of rubble from the hole you've been buried in for 14 days drinking the condensation off a cold copper pipe. It's still going to take a few hours to get you outta there, since your leg is pinned between an upturned desk and a Cadillac, but there's hope.
People who live places with no seasons just ain't livin'. 'sall there is to it.
visit your mother....
Posted by: Joyce Clifford at 14.03.05 14:14YEAH! Finally, JC is making the sceene.
Posted by: apes..chet apes at 17.03.05 01:05