"But what I REALLY regret is that I'm giving it now ( Read more... )

While I pondered...Work was very busy tonight. We close at ten. I was out at midnight. I should have more to say about this, but I don't ( Read more... )

Have you ever had one of those days...one of those, inexplicable stimulation days? One of those lower esophagus days? One of those what-strange-and-unholy-creature-is-this-playing-cat's-cradle-with-my-internal-organs days ( Read more... )

It smells to heaven ( Read more... )

This isn't what I'm looking for. I'm dizzy, I'm uncomfortable...but at least I have the courage of my convictions at my side. I know so well what I want. I comprehend it equally; that I cannot have it ( Read more... )

This moment is perfect. You may think, friends, that it is only possible for the rain to kiss you. Abandon the superstition - for I tell you, there is perfection in this rain and I have felt it on my lips. There is moonlight in this rain and I have drank it in my kiss ( Read more... )

“You! Rock! Stop being so…round ( Read more... )

I get it. I never got it before, but I completely get it ( Read more... )

Trying to get the father to come up for Cats instead of Grad. Thus documents my success:

From: "Randy Moore"
To: "Kim Moore"
Subject: Re: Grad and things.
Date: Tue, 07 Feb 2006 23:22:52 Ooww get that stick outa my ribs. So do you play a cat or a trash can or something? I have no freakin' idea what I'll do but probably the play. Or mountain ( Read more... )

February 6, 2006. 5:34 pm. An audible tension came over the room. We were the cast of Cats - all of us slaves to a wee piece of green paper hanging harmlessly on the bulletin board outside. There it would remain, undisturbed and stupid of its power, for about another twelve seconds ( Read more... )