What are they gonna do, fire me?!
Brown pants, green sweater, nothing according to dress code
Called to complain, to the district manager, about the chairs...
and finally someone (me) was honest with the guy.

On another note,
In a frantic hurry yesterday I pulled out a bunch of CDs to exchange with the ones in my car. Found a handful of old sound tracks to old memories, and yet, still awkwardly fresh wounds.
"And the price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings" -cc.
I have talked with my love many a times about people in our past. Still read blogs, still wonder about their lives. When one invests in someone, and it ends in a loss... it's hard to let go of the 'idea' of who they are, or thought they were. Even when there is no desire for a friendship anymore, there's still ... open arms? Hoping to see the change?

Lots of learning to do
I am choosing now, to let the worry go
(a lot of that's for Loren)
But most of all, it's for me


There's a lot to be said about growing up.