Our idea becomes my new life's work. Everything else is child's play. I inch my fingers through the web but it just gets tangled up and stuck. The spider is approaching to feed. Just another random assortment of Nat's thought, brought live from Nebraska.

Monday, February 20, 2006

I hope he calls soon.

I just want to talk to him, about skiing or life, or liberty, the pursuit of happiness. I will talk about anything at this point basically.

I just hope he calls. Why wouldn't he call his best-friend? Unless I am no longer his best-friend.. . ::tear::


I just hope he calls. It kills me that my best-friend won't return my calls or talk to me. Basically it sucks.

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