

when you put peanutbutter on a cracker does that make it a peanutbutter cracker or peanutbutter on a cracker?
roasted squirrel for dinner, yum.
those little red itchy feelings in the heart.
missing all the things to share share share
in awe of my own feelings in a way i've never known.
i'm long removed from feelings.
Gut feelings have taken over, knowing this could be a bad situation to get myself into.
How much different are their feelings from mine?
Do the most successful people in the world sometimes have nights like this?
I found Debbie, and she's little, also, she has zebra stripes.
Too many genuine and kind feelings, and being alone they seem to go wasted.
the powder run of my life.
difficulties. feelings of, hmmmm. sigh.
more mac and bread, then a five dollar shake.
how'd he manage that
when it rains it pours, y'know.
darn, turns out that was just a tease.
not knowing if i'm going to have a place to sleep tonight or the next say is one of the more stressful feelings i've ever known.
i feel young...look good...go back to memories...find new attractions...am begged...am lost with old feelings...but i'll make an effort to dance.
My house is on fire.
Just hoping I did the right thing.
Some of these decisions, some of these mistakes, at this point keeping my fingers crossed.
These feelings I have, I think they are new ones I have never had before, which is always a fascinating thing.
i'm stuck, mid rotation, back facing the landing, almost entirely inverted, solid grab, in the middle of the air and touching nothing else, my mind is stuck in one of the most beautiful feelings i've ever known.
White tape or black tape?
Words can't describe the feelings I have for this hockey stick.
The first hockey game of the season is like your first day in prison, you have to kick as much ass as possible.
i'm not going to write about what i did today, i did this, then that, bla bla bla. other people can record that. but i'm the only person that can record my feelings, my thrivings, my longings. and that's what i'm going to write about.
at midnight....it all went down! 4 years since i've last played hockey...now i'm back at it again. i'm stoked to say the least...and out of breath, i better get in shape. it is fun. i miss a lot of the good memories and feelings from hockey. i hope it all goes well. lastnight was fantastic. to get back out on the ice after all this time brought a lot to me. thanks to pat for e-mailing me. hockey...rock on! greatest sport of all!
you can edit me.
it's not clean until it's clean.
if my hair was this sexy every night...
gotta quit actin' a fool, why is there no brownie in my mouth?
well i'm sure it's not too late, i don't believe in too late, every relationship can be reconciled. if you'd like me to call white russian for you and i can assure you he has no hard feelings towards you. i don't think he intended to do what he did, he just thought you were into that sorta thing.
alright all you people. i don't mean to get sappy, but you've all gotta shed some romance. find that person you love, write them a poem. write them a sweet kind letter. make them something homemade. rather than buying roses, make them something. rather than buying a card, make them a card. express your feelings in a new manner. have some romance, some laughter, and give it some creativity. it sparks the relationship...and its just hip hop horray fun!