903 |
growing up. learning to sing. being happy. playing harriet the spy. climbing trees. writing songs. all things that happened in a house numbered 903. tree climbing and other nonsense continued here and at www.courtneyolson.com |
do you believe in signs?
if so, what do you suppose it means that this song very suddenly and unexpectedly found it’s way, word for word and note for note, back into my conscious mind this evening?
don’t even judge. this is serious.
and i mean, i apologize for making you hear this, but i was the worst kind of rick-rolled today, so i really think you can deal.
also, i have never seen this video until now. what?
