some fruits are spicy

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82506562011-07-14T17:39:26.738-07:00some fruits are spicytomatoes can be prepared in a variety of stunning ways. dry farm tomatoes happen to be my favorite, though they have an extremely short season...which i always seem to miss.Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1136050871086063772005-12-30T09:31:00.000-08:002005-12-31T09:41:11.086-08:00Stupid Ass Mother Fucking Spammers

I had to turn off my comments thanks to all the bastards who don't know me and leave comments on here just to plug websites that none of you are interested in anyway. I could handle it if they were plugging their own blogs, but it's random bullshit like online degrees. What the fuck ever.

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1108015688877741372005-02-09T22:00:00.000-08:002005-02-09T22:08:08.876-08:00la voce mancante

I talk too much. I always have. One of my dear friends asks me to define “too much” when I mourn this fact and insists it differs for everyone. So I reconstruct my argument. I talk too much for my family. And how do I know? Well, there are varying circumstances that tell me. I have outright been told that I talk too much, too fast, too excitedly. I have been told that I never let anyone

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1106694308754082322005-01-25T15:04:00.000-08:002005-01-26T11:19:51.900-08:00untold tales

I heard a story the other night, underground, with a drink in my hand. A woman's voice, disembodied because of the crowd between us. "This is a story I have been waiting my whole life to tell." The rest was lost on me, this great melancholy without direction. But it brought reason to me that I had never written the most painful moments down for anyone else. All the stories I simply would not

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1106251204936339952005-01-20T11:31:00.000-08:002005-01-20T12:00:04.936-08:00blossom end rot

I often regret that I gave up so easily on all the things I wanted to do when I was younger. The acting, the singing, the poetry, the spoken word, the stories of my family. With the death of my Uncle Mickey (the one person who showed absolute support at all times), I gave up on these, slowly, one by one they fell. Now I wonder if I did his memory a great disservice by giving up on the things

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1104286299307905542004-12-28T18:10:00.000-08:002005-01-26T11:33:58.533-08:00tough call

School starts for me again on January 15th. I feel like that is too soon and every time I think about going back, I close my eyes and breathe in a little too deeply, almost a shuddering breath. I try not to do this while walking or driving. People that work with me can't make sense of this fear I have. I've had so many jobs in this company and have convinced people that I knew what I was

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1104191417257599132004-12-27T15:39:00.000-08:002005-01-26T11:35:26.426-08:00no longer hasty, just rash

I am terrified of school. I love to learn, I love to read, I love to write, but I hate, absolutely cannot stand school. I am stuck up when it comes to other students and ill-prepared teachers. I once almost had a bit of an affair with the one teacher I found fascinating (I think it was the realization that his 19 year old son listened to the same music that I did that killed the idea for me,

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1104190752965837102004-12-27T15:28:00.000-08:002005-01-26T11:36:54.386-08:00bury me with it

For me, Christmas was over after my brother left for Orange County with his wife, on the Sunday before the 25th. For many years, I have celebrated Chanukah with my dad and Christmas with my mom. My brother was always there for both, no matter which state we happened to be celebrating them in. This year he has other obligations, a whole new family to consider. A much more religious one, as

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1103739469731284552004-12-22T09:59:00.000-08:002005-01-26T11:37:55.500-08:00a brief history of negativity

No. You can't do that. You shouldn't do that. You're just going to get yourself in trouble. That person isn't going to like that gift, no matter how thoughtful it was, just don't give it to them. They'll think you're weird. You definitely need to do something about that weight problem/lack of education/financial irresponsibility. Tell me that doesn't sound like failure. Tell me that the

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1101944213378584592004-12-01T14:31:00.000-08:002004-12-01T17:10:40.876-08:00neglect

I have been severely neglecting this blog lately. Truthfully, I've been cheating on Some Fruits Are Spicy with a new blog in town: http://beautybitchnet.blogspot.com/. But really, folks, I had been cheating on SFS for at least a month with both http://www.darkwindow.blogspot.com/ and http://www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/index.html. Yes, it is true. Have I mentioned that Pete of the

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1100826039255859892004-11-18T16:51:00.000-08:002004-11-18T17:00:39.256-08:00Sunny

http://www.livejournal.com/users/andrewpants/ The lovely girl this is written for died on Wednesday. The events that led up to her death are detailed in her friend Andrew's livejournal posts. I didn't know her. I knew a bit about her, had noticed her profile on MySpace.com, connected to me through my good friends Pete and Duncan. I didn't know her, but I know the effect she had on these two

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1100544984416502692004-11-15T10:40:00.000-08:002005-01-26T11:32:25.983-08:00yosemite falls

There is far too much going through my head right now. A mixture of recent memories, secrets I keep and the attempt at some sort of foresight for a friend. Jen and I drove up to Yosemite on Saturday morning in a rental car. Economy. We were fairly entertained for the length of the trip, which included listening to Mariachi bands and singing showtunes. This is not usual behavior, but we were

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1100115824513453972004-11-10T11:27:00.000-08:002004-11-10T11:43:44.513-08:00First They Came for the Jews

(A moment of seriousness here. I just found one of my favorite Shoah poems and wanted to keep it somewhere to reference, but also to share it with anyone who comes upon this site.) First They Came for the Jews First they came for the Jews and I did not speak out because I was not a Jew. Then they came for the Communists and I did not speak out because I was not a Communist. Then they came for

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1099959994803769072004-11-08T15:43:00.000-08:002004-11-08T16:27:06.230-08:00mom says alcohol makes family time better

For me, it was a family weekend. My brother and his wife (Jason and April) came up from Monterey, where they are studying Arabic in the Army. I drove to my mom's house in Vallejo on Friday night (Vallejo sucks and we all know it) for dinner. My mom kept insisting that she wanted to make some fancy Spanish food-stuffs (which, by the way, didn't happen all weekend). But right before she finally

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1099433284684244132004-11-02T14:06:00.000-08:002004-11-02T14:08:04.683-08:00click on me!

If you weren't intelligent enough to click on the title that says "click on me," you can try this one instead: http://blondesense.blogspot.com/

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1099432854729358882004-11-02T13:36:00.000-08:002004-11-02T14:02:49.426-08:00the state of apathy

Let me just start by saying...if you don't get out and vote today, I will have to take it upon myself to come to your house and beat the living crap out of you. And considering that the only people who read this blog are friends and family, you should all know that I mean it. PS I love you, fuckers. In other news: Last week I went to Ben & Nick's on College to have a few beers (okay, ciders)

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1099343731473691952004-11-01T13:23:00.000-08:002004-11-01T13:32:53.350-08:00learning curve

These are the things I have learned from watching the people I love: To stand up for myself. To speak my truth. To not say that I know something unless I have done the research to prove it. To be able to admit it when I am wrong. To not be afraid to be myself. To talk about the things I feel and the problems I have, so that I can figure things out. These are the things that the people I love

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1098327401766644952004-10-20T19:32:00.000-07:002004-10-20T20:05:23.143-07:00sickly little update

It has been a good week, though busy at work, and now I've come down with something. My head throbs whenever I stand up, then pulsates unpleasantly as I move around. My throat is really constricted, so I have to keep sipping tea, water, juice, whatever I have around. I think I'm actually running out of tea. I want to make a huge bowlful of hot chocolate and sit by my window, watching the

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1098141943160827792004-10-18T16:23:00.000-07:002004-10-20T20:00:46.873-07:00My Family

You've heard of an Army of One (stupidest slogan I've ever heard considering who it is supposed to apply to, by the way), but you've never seen a Family of One. Okay, two, because one of Jen's pictures accidentally got thrown in there (my friend Ollie thought that it was me). Check out Ollie's wonderful creation: http://sevenels.net/tomato/#top

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1097609298690084252004-10-12T13:01:00.000-07:002004-10-12T12:42:44.303-07:00hippopotamuses and pins

I am incredibly short on time this week, but I feel horribly guilty that I haven't posted here, so here it goes: I have been hanging out with Pete (of Dark Window fame) a bit and I've come to very much enjoy pestering him with random phone calls and emails in which I accuse him of (a) being too busy engaging in sexual intercourse with anonymous persons to answer/respond, and/or (b) calling him

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1097010985062956722004-10-05T14:11:00.000-07:002004-10-05T14:16:52.700-07:00we love mr. baker

My friend Sarah's dad (oh, also Chris' dad, of course) is so awesome. We love him. Sarah just showed me this poem which he published on poetry.com. It's about her mum. Please take into consideration, while reading this, that Sarah is the only person I know who can get me to do anything she wants, no matter how ridiculous, and also get me to forgive her for anything she does just by saying, "

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096932962630478692004-10-04T16:33:00.000-07:002004-10-05T13:22:44.526-07:00the scoreboard

I would just like to take this moment to thank Ollie and Johnny the Geek for actually taking all the idiotic tests that I cut and pasted into The Official Tomato Scoreboard. I am, unfortunately, quite disappointed that no one has bothered to make any jokes about the fact that I have a "scoreboard" yet. So very sad. In other news, I need some cocoa, dammit!

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096923484583845662004-10-04T13:24:00.000-07:002004-10-04T14:23:18.246-07:00affected (or: a post put up elsewhere in response to something you don't get to read that i wanted to keep)

Years and years ago I took a class in which I learned something very interesting about myself. I learned that I had been using "accusatory statements" without intending to. I did not know that I was phrasing things in such a way that it sounded like I was always blaming the other person. I learned to switch some things around so I could say what I needed to say, without putting the other person

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096588695711538172004-09-30T16:53:00.000-07:002004-09-30T16:58:24.206-07:00east coast fall

My workdays have been too long, my nights too short. The projects seem neverending and the music I was supposed to work on is sitting untouched in the living room. I have barely had a chance to enjoy the grey skies, sitting on my couch, watching movies, drinking hot chocolate. I want the world to slow down for just a moment. Long enough to figure out that song we wrote on sunday on the

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096585641396995832004-09-30T16:03:00.000-07:002004-09-30T16:08:17.386-07:00peppermint marshmallows, yay!

All that I want right now is to be home, in my robe, on my couch, cuddling with my cats, drinking hot chocolate, watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. With the dark sky's minimal light fading slowly. Carlights moving through the curves of the 580 freeway. The radiator sputtering every so often. My fuzzy giraffe-print slippers sitting on the hardwood floor below me, waiting

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096395059420505822004-09-28T11:02:00.000-07:002004-09-28T11:10:59.420-07:00this is when i just back away very slowly...

Goebbels Speech Has Disturbing Parallels With Modern Day Neo-Con Rhetoric Ed Henry | September 23 2004 Thanks to Harry Browne of the Libertarian Party for bringing us this reminder. It's a speech by Hitler's Minister of Propaganda, Joseph Goebbels, and delivered to the German people almost 65 years ago. Nearly every line was met with thunderous applause. Any resemblance between this speech

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096394449711726672004-09-28T10:23:00.000-07:002004-09-28T11:01:16.716-07:00a hardness of 7.5

I have discovered that I enjoy shopping at office supply stores far too much. Yesterday I bought a slew of random materials (including a single-hole punch, a pack of Vision Elite super fine pens and an exacto knife). I spent the evening watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets and cutting articles out of magazines, punching holes into them and putting them in a binder. What the hell is

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1096060692140748252004-09-24T14:07:00.000-07:002004-09-24T14:18:12.140-07:00flipside

I cannot claim to comprehend the fear, anger and ignorance that I have seen recently in people I hardly know. I have been shown example after example of individuals who do not make the occasional mistake of a rude comment or a lashing out, but actually accuse people of things that are mostly projected from their own psyches and/or tell their side of the story to everyone who will listen without

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095890299018330942004-09-22T14:57:00.000-07:002004-09-22T15:55:07.000-07:00if i had a sugar daddy

I love Ollie for having a link to this site on his blog. I WANT I WANT I WANT!!!

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095889698003368962004-09-22T14:30:00.000-07:002004-09-22T14:51:23.076-07:00the taste of childhood all grow'd up

Have you ever heard of a food-type-thing called chreese? That's right, you heard me, chReese. Or maybe it should be Chreese. Or ChReese. Nacho chreese dip. Does that sound appetizing to you? It kinda makes me want to giggle and vomit simultaneously. Which really, in the end, could be quite messy and inconvenient. Let's see what it's made of: water, organic tomatoes, organic green

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095812270993316622004-09-21T16:56:00.000-07:002004-09-21T17:18:56.836-07:00feel my robe

I don't like having a life too often. I just go through phases where it just kind of happens. I guess lately I've been forcing myself to go out even when I'm not too excited about it because I don't want to get into my old bad habits of avoiding the world. I at least need to be productive. This past Friday I went to see M83 with Revaz. One of my co-workers, Ben, works as a bouncer there and

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095445496443247392004-09-17T11:13:00.000-07:002004-09-17T11:25:03.633-07:00some indian food can't be made mild

I am afraid that my dinner with Kelly last night has left me feeling ill even now. The best Indian food I could ever hope for, but my sweet lord, my stomach cannot handle it. I need water. Have you ever become lost in a site and had your eyes widen and wondered why there weren't more wonderful things in the world just like it? Yes? No? Well, go here anyway: http://www.ilovem83.com/ Revaz

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095279727047017362004-09-15T13:09:00.000-07:002004-09-15T13:27:42.400-07:00prepwork

I am sick, shaky and at home today. Work will not miss me and I certainly will not miss the stress and anxiety related to it lately. I woke up weak and still exhausted this morning. Forced myself out of bed and to the bathroom. Then came back and collapsed next to my curled up cats and decided to call in and resign myself to being ill. I have not been able to sleep again since then, which

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095187827025560712004-09-14T11:29:00.000-07:002004-09-14T11:50:53.516-07:00through the lens (random bits of a day)

I am a bit fragile today. My eardrums are tender, my eyes are feverish, my neck is tight, my head is aching almost unbearably. I could not stand to wear my contact lenses feeling this way, so I am wearing my new wire-rimmed glasses. I now understand why I have been feeling so tired lately. Something has invaded my system and is making me dizzy and spacy. Who wants to run and get me a hot

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1095103551103056382004-09-13T13:16:00.000-07:002004-09-13T12:25:58.716-07:00panties are for girls...manties are for men

So...I had another nightmare last night. I have been trying to stop these nightmares for about a year now because they tend to traumatize me a bit more than I think nightmares should traumatize anyone. I have scary-looking stuffed animals that I sleep with (mostly when my cat Ricochet isn't around...when he is, he likes to take them from me in the middle of the night and disembowel them...no,

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094840229403066582004-09-10T10:28:00.000-07:002004-09-10T15:49:07.830-07:00the good burn

We are often blind to the damage we do to other people. We scrape and we cut and we rub them raw, then turn around and act scandalized by their retaliation to this behavior. Then we turn suddenly and say, "Why are you so sad?" "Why are you so angry?" "What on earth have I done that was so awful to make you think I deserve this?" We seem incapable of seeing things from the other person's

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094773886708834892004-09-09T16:47:00.000-07:002004-09-10T15:46:54.433-07:00i want to believe

I want to believe that I did not just delete that really fabulous piece of writing that I just finished editing to put up on here. I really, really want to believe that.

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094773530146370282004-09-09T16:26:00.000-07:002004-09-10T15:48:16.106-07:00factuality

"Factualness" is just not a good word. In any case, there are only a few things I know for sure and these are they: Purposely using poor grammar will never fail to piss off Danny (also, improper use of the German language). http://www.tenspeedpress.com/catalog/page.php3?ftr=54 Pete, though a true goth, is really fucking funny. (http://darkwindow.blogspot.com/) Alan should totally wear

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094756847138707512004-09-09T13:01:00.000-07:002004-09-09T16:47:02.416-07:00my bones are crunchy

I feel like I've had too much stimulation and I can't bear to be at work any longer. I need the walk that my break will take me on and the silence of thought that my headphones will sustain. I've been writing so much at home and I no longer want to rewrite any of it on here, I just need the space to fill and I don't want to fill it with anything over just a few minutes old. I don't know what

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094688227251193592004-09-08T17:03:00.000-07:002004-09-10T15:55:16.646-07:00tomato shaped the electrons to say

I love my music. It is the secret soundtrack to the lives of the people I watch quietly as I go walking my way about the city. Yann Tiersen's "Amelie" plays as I watch a girl smile sneakily at something bad only she and I know she must have done. Elliott Smith sings soft and bitter about the moon while I watch a boy walk with his face fallen and hands in his pockets from what must now be his

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094688187109209372004-09-08T10:57:00.000-07:002004-09-09T16:06:45.440-07:00ne regretter rien

The great devastations and humiliations in life are always the greatest catalysts for positive change. I am quoting myself from a letter I just sent to a friend. Because I like that sentence. Because it represents what I am going through right now. And it finally relieves me of my previous regret. It is not worth it to feel regret. I understand that it happens and I have allowed that, on

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094688095955632502004-09-08T10:31:00.000-07:002004-09-09T14:00:15.083-07:00they have spies

"Relax, dress down and go out in search of inspiration and the kindness of strangers." Well, shit, people! My horoscope finally caught up with me. They have spies, you know. Crazy bastards.

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094687966433174702004-09-07T11:01:00.000-07:002004-09-09T13:54:05.610-07:00not so different from inspired bad poetry

I have been writing songs lately. Bad songs that rhyme. I wrote one about the blues last night...something about how the blues don't come after you, you have to meet on common ground. Except it rhymed. I also started writing a song about my mom never letting me drive her car, but it turned into a song about my ex-girlfriend. I have no idea how to explain that one. In any case, the songs are

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094687888605382922004-09-07T10:10:00.000-07:002004-09-09T13:51:18.153-07:00heat, noise and bacon

My brain isn't completely up for communication of any form right now. And yet, here I sit, typing my boring nonsense for all to read. Christ, I'm tired. I want to be sleeping in right now. I want to have my face pressed into the pillow on the left side of my bed with my feet hanging off the edge of the right side. I want to have the sheet pulled over my head and my arms wrapped around one of my

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094687767571129032004-09-06T16:55:00.000-07:002004-09-08T16:59:41.413-07:00my mad obsession with zach braff

Go to the link now. Do not pause to think, "Do I really want to go to the link?" or "But I don't have time to go to the link!" Just go to the god damn link. Oh, the link is in the title of this post: Garden State. Yes, that one, now click on it, dammit. www2.foxsearchlight.com/gardenstate/blog/index.html

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094687657637165672004-09-06T13:00:00.000-07:002004-09-09T13:50:16.583-07:00the littlest logic

My memory absorbs pain the way my tongue absorbed the color from a Black Cherry Blowpop when I was nineteen and everything was laid out in front of me. But I walked around the path, the trail of breadcrumbs so carefully left, because I had read that one before and I did not want to get trapped. So I left the easy way behind and found the most difficult way to go. That might seem out of place in

Tomatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02223071925727920919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250656.post-1094687578288931102004-08-30T16:56:00.000-07:002004-09-09T13:48:43.526-07:00the universe is having its way with me again, the bastard

There are things i should be and then the things that i am. I should be happy that I heard from my ex today, whom I missed dearly. That he's going to try to be at my place on Friday for a small party with a bottle of tequila and a pack of cigarettes. That he still cares very much for me, even though neither of us want it to go any further than that. That I got to sleep in my own bed again last

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