garamondyo

Jeepers. Why am I not at the beach with one eye cocked at the drink item (just a bite of something) in the one hand with the other nine eyes painting the horizon for lost SG pondering the nature of independance?

Cause I'm right here, mama.

The double edged sword about the journal - is it to be read or written?

I'm on the fence. I can sense the cruciality of this excercise by the way I am anxious to journal to both everyone and no one.

Thank god the computer.

Desperately Seeking Susan would have been some other movie. Oh GOD! You've Got Mail. ouch. The forum's the thing... If you read this, I extend my thanks.

And Gar! A Cheery Olde Fourthe to Ye!