I have a poster on my wall, and there are some images of frogs on it. It makes me happy.
It is strange to revisit the past. It's strange to remember the password. I don't even remember the last time I listened to this song, and now Only in Dreams is kinda making me tear up. I remember the day that my geocities account was terminated, along with everybody else's, and my bizarre collection of angry faces was forever erased. Yet the Angry Tomato is looking at me right now. When I look back on the past few years, half a decade now, since I was in college, ...