Wednesday, September 28, 2005

droplets

I got home cold and wet, my feet hurting from 10 hours of walking around in very high heels. I was thinking that my hair didn't come out the color I wanted and I have ink stains on my fingers from holding newspaper above my head in the rain, and I also had a big M on my right hand from the meeting I went to ...
A friend had left me a message:
Life is like a piano... white keys represent happiness, black keys for sorrow but only when you go through the white & black keys you hear the MUSIC of LIFE
It made sense. I changed and microwaved some food. Looked in the mirror thinking my hair looks really nice ... a friend called to check on me and ... oh God I won't trade this life for anything ...

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