i miss you
Saturday, Oct. 05, 2002
I knew this girl briefly once. Her name was Trace. Trace was always so prolific. When I think about her I think about propped up windows with broomsticks for arms holding them open, HTML designs that rocked the house, I think about the boy that broke her heart. I think about a little dog. I remember how Trace wanted the same things that I want.
I need to probably buy myself a new keyboard for work. Trace had a rubber keyboard that you could squish about. When I talked to �him� this morning I told him about Trace�s rubber keyboard. Right then, I missed Trace like mad and wished I had taken more time to concrete that friendship in my life.
