.307 day 277

she took a tote...and all her cares went up in smoke.

.227 day 202

ran into my friend of 16 years (more commonly known as my "bad girlfriend") at the corner store. we are so different, and yet, so the same if only for a shared lifetime of experiences together. we've recently battled the first nasty, low-down dirtiest fight we've ever had and we're baby walking this relationship. nerves are still touched, horrifically hurtful words still remembered, but love is still had, indeed...