It was a rainy day...

and i was at the library once again. When I went up to Meghan and asked her if she wanted to write on me. I felt kinda bad since she was sitting minding her own business, when I accosted her, really, but she was game. She wrote "faith" on my arm.

Girl - I hear it's what you have when there's no hope left. A cynic told me that one.

Oh - and that funky spirit in the picture/polaroid getting stuck on the roller thing happened again. It's bright pink when it first happens. But then it turns black. It's pretty both ways.