i want to be 5 again for a few minutes
Feb. 10th, 2001 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireOh Bruce Springsteen on the radio. God. I had a Bruce Springsteen tape as a child. The first tape I ever thought of as mine, though my parents bought it. I used to listen to it on the radio while I rode my Strawberry Shortcake bike up and down the sidewalk or played in the bed of my father's green Ford truck.
I hear songs, like "We didn't start the fire" and "Dancing with myself" and these moments I have touched in years come back to life. Oh how wonderful. Thank you person who changed the radio. I needed this right now.
Talked with Patrick for a little while today. I miss him so much. I miss being able to talk with him in the car, over meals. I have to save all those conversations for letters and email so we don't run up the phone bills. I want to talk about current events, books, music, religion, things. That is one of the few things I don't get enough of from my friends. School saves me. If I didn't have the pleasure of talking with my classmates and my professors I might go crazy. Not that my friends don't talk about these things. We just don't do much of it. Since we all read, you think we could talk about books. I think I annoyed them when I mentioned this last night.
Thinking I might drag out my needles and thread, practice my stitching for awhile. Today is good for it. I just want to feel like I'm accomplishing something.
I hear songs, like "We didn't start the fire" and "Dancing with myself" and these moments I have touched in years come back to life. Oh how wonderful. Thank you person who changed the radio. I needed this right now.
Talked with Patrick for a little while today. I miss him so much. I miss being able to talk with him in the car, over meals. I have to save all those conversations for letters and email so we don't run up the phone bills. I want to talk about current events, books, music, religion, things. That is one of the few things I don't get enough of from my friends. School saves me. If I didn't have the pleasure of talking with my classmates and my professors I might go crazy. Not that my friends don't talk about these things. We just don't do much of it. Since we all read, you think we could talk about books. I think I annoyed them when I mentioned this last night.
Thinking I might drag out my needles and thread, practice my stitching for awhile. Today is good for it. I just want to feel like I'm accomplishing something.
