Sunday, September 27, 2009
Memories are often good. It's nice to remember events we've shared with people we have loved throughout our lives.
Sometimes, memories are sneaky... sneaky and mean. Sometimes memories hurt.
Today, this made me cry.
The last time I ate these, I was here...
Sneaky, sly, mean little memories.
Well, time for bed. Bed and a good book.
The new Dan Brown book is out, and my mom finished reading it. Now, as long as I don't 'muss it up' I get to read it. So far, it's really good!
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