death is sad

They always ask me what on earth it is that I like about San Francisco..... oy! What is Love? Another forbidden love story.

This is what we're becoming? It's just different, is what it is.

It was love at first sight.

It was scary. I ate and it was good... and now here I am. I keep flipping it back down, but due to the cruddy construction of Wal*marts junk, two prongs have already been broken, and now half the umbrella is hanging down sadly.

But, once Im moving, everything is fine and dandy.

Everything counts in large amounts. The fact that there is one and only one song I really don't like on just about every CD I own, it seems, and it is a lot of trouble to program a whole CD to just skip one song. But that doesn't stop the fact that I miss the feeling of intimacy in your diary, of knowing you in a raw and unedited way, as you are, with your mistakes as well as your perfection. How would that introduction go, eh?