almost a love song

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I choose my company by the beating of their hearts.

aimee
birk
cait
laura
matt
molly

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Saturday, September 24, 2005

I split my morning between trips to the dumpster and the arial saw. Saw dust and styrofoam (ahh, postlude) on my clothes, my hair, my eyelashes. I'm the dirtiest I think I've ever been but I couldn't be happier.

ash @ 12:58 PM