becca paragraphstar Simply the name can eek a smile from my cynical lips. and, oh how i've been told that my tired eyes light up when thinking of you. I don't doubt it at all, to be quite frank, the joy you bring is not limited to a smile or a twinkle in my eye. The joy you have created can only be described by the absence i feel without you here. 001117 ... paragraph the joy... and fear that name carries on it's wings... 001117 ... jennifer paragraphstar... did your friend break my window? 001117 ... deb no, my dear, i did not break you window 001123 ... SCOTT do i create the moment? i think not it creates itself, and i go w/it i am at the whim of fate and destiny, and they both blow winds sweet and bitter-i love em both the moment is now it always has been 001129 ... deb hey, jen, i get the question now hehehe... and yes, his friend DID, in fact, bread the window- ah, brian the date-rapist... such interesting stories... 001205 ... deb bread, break, bread, break... break the bread... i can spell, really i can 001205 ... jennifer the landlady works with me now it's a small strange world 001205 ... deb small world, yes but too large, still, i'm afraid baby get here soon- i can't sleep without you here anymore... 001217 ... paragraph It's me... and I'm scared again. 010312 ... deb hey baby, sometimes i write more than once under the same word, so make sure you check and see you read it all under that word- it only shows up once under your name, no matter how many times you write love you- :) 010312 ... king kai becca...we never did go get chinese food. it's been almost three years. funny how i'm the one who remembers all this. i'm sure you've long forgotten someone like me. i hope...well...i hope life has been good to you. 020901 ... just listening she's going i'm following she has the dreams too 070113 ... deb Chinese food, always a good thing. Back in the days of Target and Dragon Cafe, the days of spiky purpled hair and blue lips with argyle socks... I sometimes miss the freedom, but certainly don't miss the fears. Fear of everything, the world kept at arm's reach, terrified that someone might get close enough to see the truth beneath. Wanting so badly for someone to see but not be scared away. How I kept people away while wanting them close, then... Too scared of my own shadow of my own demons to know what I could do about any of it. 100119 what's it to you? who go blather from