ur wack!

hi, i'm chris, and i'm madly in love with you.

Hello from Australia. Your blog has been somewhat scatterbrained it seems in recent months & I haven't heard from you in ages. What's up?

,adam

He saw the ending of a life so fragile!

An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
His business wasn't with such.
He gave it scarcely a touch,
And was off on his duty run.
Yet if he encountered one
Of the hive's enquiry squad
Whose work is to find out God
And the nature of time and space,
He would put him onto the case.
Ants are a curious race;
One crossing with hurried tread
The body of one of their dead
Isn't given a moment's arrest-
Seems not even impressed.
But he no doubts report to any
With whom he crosses antennae,
And they no doubt report
To the higher up at court.
Then word goes forth in Formic:
"Death's come to Jerry McCormic,
Our selfless forager Jerry.
Will the special Janizary
Whose office it is to bury
The dead of the commissary
Go bring him home to his people.
Lay him in state on a sepal.
Wrap him for shroud in a petal.
Embalm him with ichor of nettle.
This is the word of your Queen."
And presently on the scene
Appears a solemn mortician;
And taking formal position
With feelers calmly atwiddle,
Seizes the dead by the middle,
And heaving him high in the air,
Carries him out of there.
No one stands round to stare.
It is nobody else's affair.

It couldn't be called ungentle.
But how thoroughly departmental.

It's my favorite Robert Frost poem :)

Yes, we should.

One of the few things in my culture that I'm proud of...

http://www.mojoflix.com/Video/Evgeni-Plushenko-Sex-Bomb.html

This man.

I'm the guy who takes hits while you blast people with arrows from the back.

Ciao, bellissima. Sono un amico umilo... lontana in posto ma vicino in anima. Ti parlo poco, però la ragione è sempre questo: che tu sia un'amica vera, che tu mi piaccia molto, che io non possa stare sempre con te, ma lo voglia senza banda. Io spero sempre che belle cose facciano per te.

Un abbraccio caloroso da me a te,
Cristoforo (il cattolico)

My name is Duck. I am not a waterfowl. We met on the dance floor...well, a simulation of a dance floor, at least.

You knew me as a friend, a giant ear, and a Nazi.

I knew you as...well..Julie. Just Julie. Not Jules. Not J-Dog. Not J to the Oolie. Just Julie. :)

Marge here. I stopped by, so I'm letting you know. We met thru one of my best friends from high school. Thanks to you, I was able to leave his room more often than just to eat. =P

In doing so, I met some of the most fun people ever. Even though me and him are not as close as we used to be, I still have connections to what is by far one of the coolest cities in existance. I'll never be able to thank you enough for that. :D

BTW, I love the new layout.

I wasn't sure if you knew, but the quote you have about "the best thing a girl can be..." is by Zelda Fitzgerald, about her and F. Scott Fitzgerald's daughter. "I hope she's beautiful, and a fool, that's the best thing a girl can be is a beautiful little fool" or something like that. Interesting woman, you should check out her work.

- H ( www.myspace.com/jadedblues ) Because I'm too lazy to make a livejournal.