"There are trees in the desert since you moved out."

ACK!!!

This is the last day of free use for this HTML editor that I so adore.

I really shouldn't spend the 50 bucks it costs to register it.

But probably will in 10 days or so, which happens to conincide with the next payday.

My life has been full of you and I time for weeks now, and I really can't recall the me, myself, and I time that was (and most likely still is) a necessary part of my life. Things have gone from frolicing to intense and full of fears and self doubts. Why is it that guys have this power over me? I know, I know, most likely cause I allow them to have it. I'm not always ignorant of my psyche I'm just often down right stupid about taking the advice that it sometimes gives to me.

People I've recently froliced with: (editors note, frolic is not necessarily a euphamism for sex. It is however a euphamism for dating) I just pulled a non-descript and deleted what I wrote.

A guy recognized me on chat yesterday, from a church group I went to for about a year. Evidently he always thought I was dreamy cool. We went out to dinner yesterday. He might be dreamy cool too, I remember thinking so at times back then. It was good to see him again, and we went to the church group tonight. The new facilitator is just way cool, and runs a really great group. I'm thinking of making it a more regular habit to go.

Roger my lawyer friend that I think graced a couple of my first entries was their. It was good to see him.

I've written many entries in the most lovely of poetic pros as I drive lately. Unfortunately they are written in my head, and have already been given birth too, so will most likely never get written here. Sad but true. I really want some kind of star trekish digital recording device that I can just speak into, and will transcribe my words to type for my later editing. Oh, and I want it to cost only $29.95 or less, all while doubling as a nipple vibrator to double my pleasure. And it must have uber sexy design detailing ala Kuinileti style.