Thursday
8 June 2000
Reading: Annals of the Black Company - Glen Cook
Listening: phones ringing
Thinking: 
Drinking: tea
Ok-o-meter: 6
Quote for the day: 
Weather report: cloudy and cool, it rained last night
 

10:30am
We blew money on pets again last night.  I can't beleive I did that.  I feel so stupid.

3:20pm
You who read this must beleive that I don't beleive in love at all.  I do.  I love deeply, strongly and I love all of those in my life who will allow me.  I just don't subscribe to the beleif that love conquers all.  That only happens in Disney movies and once in a great while in real life by the grace of God.  More often love isn't the meat, it's the whipped cream.  Good to have, greatly sought after, not enough to sustain and nourish you.  Once I love, it doesn't go away.  If it wasn't love (yes I have been known to lie to myself and know it), and I try to fake it anyway, that facade rots.  True love makes the heart grow fonder and is harder to uproot than wild ivy, and twice as tangled.
 
 

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