Day: October 22, 2004

the passion never meets the desire?
the penance never meets the wrong?
the restitution never meets the cost?
grilled cheese and vodka makes me feel white trash?

i wish i had a clone sometimes – a subservient one though, so i wouldn’t have to kill him, or worry about him killing me.

not a yak. don’t want yaks.

i am thinking of going away for thanksgiving – where would you go if you could go anywhere? why?
cuz, y’know, i’m curious.