Tuesday, September 7, 2010

No reason at all.

Because sometimes I like to eat French Toast in the evening, read old history books, write my name in cursive, and eat tangerines in winter. Maybe do a cartwheel, take a drive, hug, or wear black lace.  Oh, and when I'm in that one little cafe... no, I'm not waiting for anyone. Maybe I simply want to be there.  
For no reason at all.  

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