Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And I guess that's the rub. I'm back and not dead! Hooray! I didn't realize you could find so many nice boys at the water. But, the thing is, that's their life, and who could play second to that lazy current? I smell like sun screen, and look the worse for wear, probably. I'm all brown and sticky, even if I feel better since taking off my wet clothes. I wish I had the money to make it my life, to spend every weekend outside until I looked like leather, and carried myself with a rougher gait. To turn it into a habit, and let it fill me up. But I don't. 12:56 p.m. - 2003-07-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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