I like R.E.M.
I cannot wait until spring... cannot.
I'm almost done working for the day.
Scott is careless (and makes his baby cry).
I have tickets to a valentine dinner on February 7th.
Most mornings I wake feeling part of something beautiful...
This morning I woke then swore...
It was cold.
I have questions, and questions and questions...
I have few, if any answers.
I know that, when I can find tranquil moments in the harsh desert, I have found god.
What makes an experience authentic?
I really like coffee.
I'm crazy for a beautiful girl.
I'm crazy for her.