December 16, 2002
café 59. my favorite spot (it deserves and will receive its own entry at some point). the ice cubes are perfect tiny squares. they make me giggle. I occasionally would wonder, what I would say to her if I ever saw her again. if it wasn't for the fact I walk with my head down, I would've seen her at 59 today. I was told she had to fight for everything she has. I don't think that gives her the liberty to be a wicked person. I was told, I was to succeed her. I wouldn't have lasted that long.