May 14, 2004 16:10
My wine is spiked with pomegranate.
Other than that, I find nothing of importance to say. In either case, you wouldn't wanna hear it.
In a way, I'm glad there are only 14 and 1/2 days left.
In a way, I'm sad that I only get to lunch with present company for those 14 days.
In a way..We now speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t meant for anyone..It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance but there was once you..
You said you hate my suffering.. And you understood.. And you’d take care of me..
You'd always be there..
Well where are you now?