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
"the anarchists are all enslaved"

The meeting last night went well. The house was spotless. There had been MAJOR repairs and renovations done on it since i saw it last.

i was very surprised that Chip had grown up more that i ever thought he would. For the first time ever he sat calmly and listened. When it was his turn he asked questions, answered questions, and spoke his piece with dignity i've never seen in him.

He even apologized for how things went when we split up.

i was very weirded out and embarrassed that i had to be there with all this over our heads asking questions and seeing proof. i was horribly sorry that the timing sucked some major donkey dick.

All in all the evening turned out fine and we looked at and petted the new baby, Jacob, who is so beautiful.

It seems like Roni will be going there for the next two weekends to make up for missing the last three.

i feel like the thing that was standing on top of my head kindly stepped off and went away.

i think i like my new schedule ~ 8:30a - 5:30p. i got home at a decent time tonight, but now i'm tired and i want to go to sleep for a few hours.

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"Everybody Loves Me, Baby" ~ Don McLean
"Now, no land is beyond my claim when land is seized in the people's name
By evil men who rob and maim, if war is hell, i'm not to blame!
Why, you can't blame me, i'm Heaven's child, i'm the second son of Mary mild
And i'm twice removed from Oscar Wilde, but he didn't mind, why, he just smiled

Yes, and the ocean parts when i walk through, and the clouds dissolve and the sky turns blue
i'm held in very great value by everyone i meet but you
'cause i've used my talents as i could, i've done some bad, i've done some good
i did a whole lot better than they thought i would so, c'mon and treat me like you should!

Because everybody loves me, baby, what's the matter with you?
Won'tcha tell me what did I do to offend you?
"


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confessed on Sunday, Oct. 06, 2002