off to breakfast.. or is it brunch?.. ah well. parkhouse eatery here we come.
because it is now that time for something new.
here i am, poised to start again.
current background?: kid rock
thoughts on the matter?: i am plagued.
for now, that is all.
~shout~
sidenote:
actually.. i am also trying to work something out with the designer of this lovely and simple template. that is that i'm either going to have no text on the above image or.. i mean.. or i would rather like it if i could have the last line of the following W.B. Yeats poem
had i the heavens' embroidered cloths, enwrought with golden and sliver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet: but I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.
10:19 a.m. - 2004-03-22
Recent entries:
oday.html">the 3 month countdown begins - 05 May 2018
anothrburst.html">another burst - this used to be my playground
newlife.html">begin at the beginning. - 10 April 2008
moody.html">a blanket for a bad mood under the sun. - 25 March 2007
emilludwig.html">...kissing a fool... - 05 December 2006
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
lv2write00
squirrelx
cdghost
smoog
muppetathena
crystal42
thatdame
iwillsurvive
monstre
ouvrelesyeux
poolagirl
lintpickle
i-am-jack
anniewaits18
alicewonders
sunnflower
crateobscure