i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
"But the Gimp's sleeping!"

i was checking e-mail and seeing who was on chat when i saw that a person i added a while back was online but i couldn't remember who they were or why i'd added them. i noticed them about a week ago, too, and asked around and looked around but just couldn't figure it out so i talked to them today and asked who they were . . . now, go and read Shareen, because she is interesting. not just because i said so, though, give her two or three entries and you'll be hooked, too.

Onward, Ho!

Olivia and Kowboy went to spend the night with another friend and must have had fun ~ she hasn't called yet!

i need to go find a job in a shop around here somewhere this week if the Temp people don't have a job for me by Tuesday. i hate not working but interviews scare the the butterfly monkeys out of me.


Pulp Fiction ~ Quentin Tarantino
"You gonna make some phone calls? You gonna call some people? THEN, DO IT!"


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confessed on Monday, Feb. 25, 2002