Monday, June 26, 2006

What are you doing here?

My peanut tasted like pepper.

Why do we either miss the old times, or wish for the future times? Why can't we be happy for what's here. Why can't I be happy for what is now?

I try to figure things out. I don't know much, but I know I love you...and that may be all I need to know.

I'm back!