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:: Friday, May 26, 2006 ::

A Poet has to fall in love to write.
Her bed is heaped with papers, or with men. -Erica Jong

and so my friends, how strange the story of infidelity. of betrayal. or is it all truth.

the fringe before me hides more than tired eyes, they hide the excitement and weariness of not knowing what comes next. it's a special time for me now, new opportunities and many changes. some of which i will grow from, others nothing but hindrance aye.

while i could be building on my strengths and making contacts, am i happy. then, there's always the option of going back to what i love and getting paid what might be of slightly higher value than floating dandelions.

I dunno, maybe everything is of some significance. like this calf cramp i'm having right now. all this activity around me is of substance and isn't a big cosmic joke.

possible.. possible..

my hair keeps curling.

i reckon it's time to get started on my to-do list. that means more exercise. or any exercise for that matter. and less sugar, i have weak gums and don't appreciate having bluff teeth before 40.

A List of Interesting Facts and Tips to Entertain You in Mundane Moments:

1. our brains have special neurons that help us find each other's lips in the dark
2. advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't
3. remove bee stings by scraping sideways with your fingernail or the edge of a knife
4. use yellowish concealer to cover up redness
5. the only person who critiques your body more than you is your mother

cheerios,
Krys
:: krys Friday, May 26, 2006 [+] ::
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