Zara

Is that a hint or are you just guessing that they're dogs?

Thanks Mos. I only wish it were that easy. You know, everything seemed fine for a long time and then weird things started happening. I think I might have to visit my doctor this time. I don't like doctors very much Mos. I don't wanna go. Ever.

LAKERS RULE!

Thanks for the offer but no thanks. If I say anything about the subject I will contradict many commonplace concepts. Including marriage. My opinion may or may not be very different from others. I'm just not very willing to express it in public. Being in here is the almost the same as being in a store. You're still in public. You don't have to buy anything but you are free to look around. You shouldn't steal, act like an a**, or forget your actual gullibility in front of anyone. Especially the sales reps. Also, I wasn't only referring to myself. I was referring to the people as a broad and general term. I read poetry because I enjoy reading it. I don't have any specific poets that I like. I actually don't feel any sort of favoritism for any artist or writer or whatever-it-may-be. Everyone has their one or two "good" moments or works and their giant piles of attempts at something "good". Why the sudden curiosity? hetanos: I'm not really sure how I feel about it. I'm going to wait a little and read it again.

Impression of the Week--yes, even though it's only Tuesday: It started out really good but ended up making me feel very scared, disappointed, and uncertain.

No. What is it?

I'm not sure if I should, now that I think about it. I think some people might be very offended by some of the things that I am assuming will be said.

Solitude Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. --Ella Wheeler Wilcox

A Sad Child You’re sad because you’re sad. It’s psychic. It’s the age. It’s chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad but some get over it. Count your blessing. Better than that, buy a hat. But a coat or pet. Take up dancing to forget. Forget what? Your sadness, your shadow, whatever it was that was done to you the day of the lawn party when you came inside flushed with the sun, your mouth sulky with sugar, in your new dress with the ribbon and the ice-cream smear, and said to yourself in the bathroom, I am not the favorite child. My darling, when it comes right down to it and the light fails and the fog rolls in and you’re trapped in your overturned body under a blanket or burning car, and the red flame is seeping out of you and igniting the tarmac beside your head or else the floor, or else the pillow, none of us is; or else we all are. --Margaret Atwood

Impression of the Day: We always have each others backs covered.

I'm guessing that you're talking about the shady figure. Hope that's right. But I can't tell what it is so I'm going to guess and say that it's a: Wolf?

yup. nice job.

Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode http://youtube.com/watch?v=KW3aEimWW10

Yeah by Usher Trying to make a new CD to put in my car.

Good luck and try not to cave in. I'm sure you can do it without even trying.