Mood:Mellow
Song of Choice:"Evolution" by Ayumi Hamasaki(aww back to my Japanese Roots)
Topic: Nothing
Days That Have Passed Since I sent Eric's Letter: 6 Days and 1 Week
Days Until 4 Day Weekend:4
Days Until Spring Break: 63


::sigh:: good God...I hate Paint shop with a vengence and a passion...I'm tired...ehhh...somebody needs to dress me for school because I lack the strength even for that...

I send to you all words of the lovely Tairrie B courtesy of Jonnell

God of War
I embrace you your culture your images of truth
I cry blood red tears for out love lost in memories
I choke on when I see you when I condem you for the liar you really are
my torture, me crusdase, my vendetta, my aztec divinity.
I build an altar to you burn candles in your honor
intolerable love, terrible love, tainted love, my black haired boy.
I watch you cover your body with religious imagery, exorcise your demons
sangre(blood), moretes(death), alas rotas(broken wings).
I am your poeta(poet) your only verdad(truth)

Yupe yupe yupeI remember when Jonnell first gave me that to read...instant flashback to Michael...but yeah things that are no more you know. Hmm who knows...I just liked it at the time and still do at the moment don't ask me why...probably helps mourn the loss of a lie...oh well lies are meant to die...believe in those who seek the truth doubt those who find it--Andre Gide.

Well friends I'll leave you to your thoughts. Feel free to comment e-mail write and or send me suggestions on this all consumming project of mine called the Witchblade:) I think now I begin to understand Peter's exhaustion with GHP...yes most definately...