I'm bored. I'm a slacker. and yet I don't seem to have all that much time on my hands either. What's with me? What's with my life? Where am I heading? No idea. Who has the answers? No one but God who ain't telling. What does that do for me? Leaves me to wonder around this arid field we call Earth to find my wind and fly to wherever I may.
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
On Valentines' Day, he fetched me from my house for dinner. When I opened the car door, there was, lying on the car seat, a freshly bloomed dark red rose and a knowing grin on his face.