du ciel...
Apr. 9th, 2003 01:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fictionalhave just gotten e-mail out of the blue from the dealer-guy who used to live across the hall from me, sophomore year.
he was fairly sweet, as they go, never selling me shit after i coughed up blood, even when i asked really nicely.
i don't know why he remembers me though. i always think i float through people's lives like fingerprints in dough, never lasting very long.
it is grey here, and the snow that fell yesterday is dirty and distinctly unappealing.
i feel worn down by winter.
it's april, for gods' sake.
he was fairly sweet, as they go, never selling me shit after i coughed up blood, even when i asked really nicely.
i don't know why he remembers me though. i always think i float through people's lives like fingerprints in dough, never lasting very long.
it is grey here, and the snow that fell yesterday is dirty and distinctly unappealing.
i feel worn down by winter.
it's april, for gods' sake.