all conveniently stored in a {D.A.R.E.} folder no less....
i do remember sitting in my room for hours writing out songs and listening to the cure, not to mention the vast amount of hours i spent obsessing over my {LOVE} but i now think this MAY be why i had no life or social skills. hmmm, just maybe.
my conversation with elise when i was taking a picture of all this stuff:
elise: is that the singer from the cure?
me: yeah...
elise: he looks different then i thought. he looks.... funny.
me: what do you mean he looks funny?!
elise: well.... he's wearing make-up!
me: oh, that's just his shtick. i think he's still cute.
elise: huh. okay.