I love you, not for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

[lookingforlight]

So...yeah. Long time. For those of you who don't know and wish to my life was fucked up by a series of events culminating in my walking out of my house. But fear naught. I am living with Karen in Myersville, my parents and I are okay again (acutally better than before) and I am as of today no longer grounded. Still don't have the cell phone back but that will change soon I'm sure. I'm actually feeling much better after the 3 week break from everything. I had time to finally get myself together, think my own thoughts and write again. It helped so much just to have my own time. I miss you all though, all of you who I don't see anymore. FCPAC is out right now for me and especially you...I miss my FCPAC family. So many incredible times, more than I can even write here...so so many. 5 years for some of you, that's how long I've known you. And others...well we had fun. I don't know if I'll be back, I miss it but I needed the time to get myself in line. And in doing so had to drop out of a show, and for that I'm sorry to you all. But I love you all. I love you very much. *muah*

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

You couldn't get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.

Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence

Those that embrace the entire universe with love, for the most part love nothing, but their narrow selves.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.