Friday, February 25, 2005

The beginning of a story?

When I was ten, I discovered that my life consisted of six cardboard boxes stacked three high on my bedroom floor, with the words "My Stuff" written on them in purple crayon.

I'm getting a little nervous about moving. Can you tell?

2 comments:

Katie said...

Story!?! Hell no, girl . . . set your sights higher . . . that sounds like a fucking movie!

Angel said...

What if I consider books to be the higher art form?