2005-09-13 || 2:16 p.m. || c-l-a-y || Dear _ _ _ _, remember when we had that collective crush on c and would talk about him enough to make those around us jealous, and I pasted that covert operation Polaroid of him playing drums on my refrigerator in the studio apartment? How j particularly was jealous, muttering in that vagrant-man way that all the ladies love c; he couldn�t understand it. We saw him every once in a while in real life and I would get completely star struck, like he was sammy davis, jr. or tom selleck or a gabor, and one of the most magical moments of my life was standing in your kitchen with him while a show was going on in the living room, how he knocked over a teacup during a quiet part and looked over and said my name and blamed it on me. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |