Life Goes On
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Time is a reclusive death. The enigma of time sits like a conundrum, racking my brain. I dare not try to figure out why I have been given time, afraid that time will pass by. Yet, I sit here, like a wanton nymph, hoping a prince will come riding in on a white horse, like a chivalrous man should. But, he never does. I sit here and wait; wondering why time and men pass me.

Wow--I've been reading way too much British Literature! But, dude, I love it! It helps me write, as you see! On another note--I'll be on in the morning as our electricity here in the middle-of-freaking-Iowa-nowhere is going to be off from 6 a.m. to 7 a.m. and I have to leave for a meeting at another school functin around 6:30 a.m. Fun!

I think we might actually go to a strip club Saturday night for guyfriendfromhometown's birthday. He and Leah's boyfriend don't think we'll do it, but, dude, to prove them wrong, we'll do anything. --Well, almost anything.