Sunday, November 18, 2001
I was walking through the house and was amazed to see how many picture frames I have, yet not a single one has a picture in them. I tell myself that I'm waiting for exactly the right picture to put into them. You know, the type of picture that captures the fun-at-every-moment lifestyle with the friends I'll have until I die. Then the realization hit. How many "picture frame" friends do I have? How many people in my life are close enough to warrant the frame? I could probably count them on one hand. I find myself a bit angry and more than a bit jealous of the people who don't have empty frames lying around.
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