A dry and lonesome and cold place
Monday, March 30th, 1998I wrote this in grade 8. The oldest thing I wrote that I still have on my computer.
Archive for March, 1998
Proof that I was pretentious when I was 13
Thursday, March 12th, 1998Thursday, March 12, 1998 10:00
A few days ago spring was in the air; there was no snow and the birds sang the song of spring. But a few days later we have been plunged back into the depths of winter. Snow dances unceasingly from the heavens and has since early (7:00) this […]