Despite all odds

Thoughts of you plague me.

I know this is real because of such a plague.

I cannot shake you, because you . shake . me .

Like a hamster in her wheel I expend useless energy to escape your grasp. But I am yours. Strange, I know, that I should use such pessimistic terms in regard to love. But beneeth the skepticism I shall be optimistic.

I shall whole-heartedly love you.

Can you make my diary look more like a blog? Could I add a photo album? I want my diary to look something like this: http://spaces.msn.com/members/dartanan/ Not in color/design but in content.

Thanks. Can I have a different song for each entry?

That’s a pretty picture, though captively frightful. Any way, I’ve failed to learn my lesson…for some reason, and still my diary created poems don’t find their way to the folder where the rest reside safely. Stupid me, but I won’t complain…

Quit being a pansy and take your own advice. I know you can do it!!!

Deutsch Pheonix

March 2, 2005

ryn: hello to you too

The little girl is certainly out of place; if you spend your time kissing those with thick skin and horns being plagued is no surprise. but i like this one a lot -pip-

Idiosyncrasy

March 14, 2005

so it is THAT serious. we need to talk. call me when you get this. As you know, if you want something bad enough… it will be yours.