It's Only Ironic If You Don't Have Hands

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

ahh the little similes in life...



i'm telling you...pigs CAN fly!

*ahem* anyways...that comic strip sums up my feelings exactly...how bout you?

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

A Letter to the Object of my Affections

Dear the Object of my Affections,
My mind is in a fog,
forgive me if I don't speak clearly,
but I have a confession.
You've missed the signs,
the sighs,
the kisses I've never given.
Object of Affections,
perhaps you misunderstood when I said
I wanted you.
Did you take the gleam in my eye
as a joke?
Your lack of appreciation
for the tides of fear I held back
for you...
They almost swallowed me whole
and you took it as harmless flirtation.
My lungs were water logged
when you said nothing.
Object of my Affections,
I won't survive
without immediate mouth to mouth.
Be the life guard of my lust,
the water's warm.
Sincerely,
Lover