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
What they REALLY mean by 'quickie'

i've been trying to write an entry for 3 days not with very little luck. i'm just busy and i don't know why.

More soon, i promise.

A LOT more.

REALLY!

Stop looking at me like that!

Awww, come on . . . i really do have an entry!

i don't have a dog . . . the rats can't eat it . . .

No crazed maniac with a gun stopped me on the street to make me determine the angles in the trapezoid before he erased it or anything.

No one even tried to get me to spell Saskatchewan or locate it on a map.

i have simply been busy.

And i had Roni for two whole days.

More later!


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confessed on Thursday, Jun. 13, 2002