Feb 24, 2004 01:03
Good morning.
I fell in love with a gecko. Did I tell you?
I just forgot everything that I wanted to say. Which might be a good thing. Meanwhile, I'm scarred for life, in between my eyes, which I suppose is the natural consequence for falling on my face and getting rugburn from a wrestling match. Drunken at that.
I worry about not fulfilling promises to Santos. Wasn't ready anyway, but who ever is? Thinking much lately about what I can call mine. My body? My room? If the whole body as a temple thing is true, then how can I continue what I do? And if the worst possible place to be is the position to know and still not act properly, I'm in for it.
Need to rearrange before writing properly...and how can I fit pics on here?