trash can.

that's the inside of my trash can.

nothing too glam.

but if you notice, there's a picture of a boy on the under side of the lid.



i don't remember his name...

i think i only met him a time or two...



but he did my friend holly wrong once when we were freshmen in college

so that's where we put him.



and that's where he's been for the last 11 years... since september of '99.



two things come to mind:

1. i never forget. maybe it's a "grudge" problem. don't mess with my friends, yo.

2. i wonder if i should be adding to this boy-in-trash-can collection...?