drifter
I'm a drifter that's caught in a place where I can't get free and go to where the wind takes me.
1) CC 2) Roomie 3) Me
I'm a drifter that's caught in a place where I can't get free and go to where the wind takes me.
Thanks to zabasearch, I unbelievably got in contact with Jess! There listed several phone numbers and addresses for possible matches, so I called one and that first call was answered by him. I'm stoked, it's unbelievable. And I didn't have to pay to find this information, which leads me to freak out about how "safe" my personal information is also. Well I really don't have to worry about it anyway because who'd be looking for me right? Whew.
Where too are you guys? We took photography classes at City College San Francisco in 1993.
Seriously Jess G. Moralde, from Vintage High School in Napa California, class of 1990. I've looked for you the last few months on Myspace, Friendster, Facebook, Google, but can't find you.
Roomie and I had to get a room in the city a couple weekends ago. Right across Martuni's was a lovely place that had rooms open up at 2:15AM because of reservation no-shows. Lukcy us.
Here's a good article about the Marion Jones mess.
Back on Monday, I stopped by Walmart in Vallejo to pick up some food for the cats; they like Fancy Feast. I noticed a guy behind me in the checkout line buying an EPT pregnancy test. Although I only saw his face very briefly, like a half a second, I sensed the fear, anxiety, and dread in his eyes. All I could think of was that he's someone who A.B. does not like (think "wb"). And I could see her laughing at the guy's distress and at the same time rolling her eyes of the thought that another baby might pop out soon.
It's coincidence that this article came out today while I read my aol email. Because for some reason, both the gunman and Rebecca Schaeffer entered my head right when I turned off the shower and started to squeegee the walls yesterday. Weird
