Season 2004-02-27 1:45 p.m. It feels like spring.

I almost didn't come back to work. How nice a walk in the park would be. Or just sitting in the sun.

I went to my laywer on lunch, he had some things he needed me to sign. I had the windows down, sunglasses on, and one arm stretched out to feel the warmth and breeze.

I love that feeling. That feeling of free, of life, of really living. If I could do nothing but play in the sun all day, I would.

At one time, in my other diary here, there was a picture of me. Golden hair, freckles and suntanned. For someone who hates her general appearence, I even loved the way I looked then.

Oh spring and summer, bring your warmth, your wind, and your ferocity. You know how I dream of you, please ease my soul. Season �does the shoe fit you now�

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

Through the years and the kids and the jobs
And the dreams that lost their way
Do you ever stop and wonder
Do you ever just wanna say

Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow
Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out
Does the shoe fit you now

We're older but no more the wise
We've learned the art of compromise
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry
And sometimes we just break down

-- suzy bogguss --

Season
2004-02-27 @ 1:45 p.m.

It feels like spring.

I almost didn't come back to work. How nice a walk in the park would be. Or just sitting in the sun.

I went to my laywer on lunch, he had some things he needed me to sign. I had the windows down, sunglasses on, and one arm stretched out to feel the warmth and breeze.

I love that feeling. That feeling of free, of life, of really living. If I could do nothing but play in the sun all day, I would.

At one time, in my other diary here, there was a picture of me. Golden hair, freckles and suntanned. For someone who hates her general appearence, I even loved the way I looked then.

Oh spring and summer, bring your warmth, your wind, and your ferocity. You know how I dream of you, please ease my soul.

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Brief - 2007-07-05
Ketchup - 2007-06-23
- - 2006-04-03
Links - 2006-03-05
The End - 2005-10-24

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