|
| a d a y l a t e | |
|
August 27, 2004
August 26, 2004 ![]() "Pflock said it's Daddy Long Leg season."
August 22, 2004 He nodded as though he understood. "Halfie-walfie."
August 15, 2004 Tonight I was going through all my old papers from school, searching for my paquete espa�ol del verano. I had my iPod mini clipped on my back pocket like a loser, and then some jazz band music came on. I caught myself tapping my foot, nodding my head, whistling though I can't whistle with my braces. This is really good, I thought to myself, knee bobbing up and down, spanish homework failing to be found. I can't wait until Uncle Peter hears this. Then I remembered.
August 13, 2004
dad: alright, listen up, moll. you're gonna get excited for this year's olympics. you're going to watch it every night. you can't wait. you're gonna be asking questions, like if you're favorite swimmer's coming up next. okay?
August 11, 2004
August 06, 2004
|