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Tue, 26 May 2009 11:44:01 -0700

Not really so much of a secret anymore, is it? (Rhetorical - no comments required or desired).

http://kismet72.stumbleupon.com/review/10168062/

Tue, 26 May 2009 11:43:38 -0700

There are no words. No perfect words. Just, simply, I love you.
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you, but my words
Just blow away, just blow away
It always ends up to one thing, honey
And I can't think of right words to say
Wherever I am girl, I'm always walking with you
I'm always walking with you, but I look and you're not there
Whoever I'm with, I'm always, always talking to you
I'm always talking to you, and I'm sad that
You can't hear, sad that you can't hear
It always ends up to one thing, honey,
When I look and you're not there
I need to know you, need to feel my arms around you
Feel my arms around you, like a sea around a shore
And - each night and day I pray, in hope
That I might find you, in hope that I might
Find you, because heart's can do no more
It always ends up to one thing honey, still I kneel upon the floor
How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you....
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can't think of right words to say
Cat Stevens - How Can I Tell You

http://kismet72.stumbleupon.com/review/13100617/

Tue, 26 May 2009 11:43:27 -0700

I love nothing in the world so well as you.

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Tue, 26 May 2009 11:43:12 -0700

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Tue, 26 May 2009 11:42:52 -0700

you do, it's uncanny. Thanks, J.

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Tue, 26 May 2009 11:42:36 -0700

These are my gloves. Actually... they are not my gloves. I came upon them by. Well. Thievery. I kept saying to myself, I must return these gloves. I must return these gloves. Gosh, I hope I forget that I must return these gloves. Well, I honest to goodness did. Forget. Until the minute the car pulled away. Then I remembered. But, you were still standing there. On the curb. And I looked at her and said, gosh, I still have his gloves.

It's rather a good thing, though, that I have them. I wore them on the walk through the woods, even kept them out of the mud when I fell head over tree stump. I wore them on the plane when it got too cold. I wore them on my way to class. Just for a minute. And they were quite a comfort the other night when I reached beneath and found them under my pillow. You have no idea what a comfort that was. All this from a pair of gloves that I was told to "throw away if I wanted. Horrid old things." (Your words, not mine).

This is my dog. I didn't actually acquire him via thievery. He just stuck his tongue in my glass of ice water. At the moment, I'm happier with the gloves.

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Tue, 26 May 2009 10:30:12 -0700

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Sun, 24 May 2009 22:10:10 -0700

(and you)

Flickr: Image

Sat, 23 May 2009 22:09:04 -0700

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