Pol has gotten me thinking - why are some guys gifted with just . . . a . . . wooden . . . heart. Hehe. You’re evil, Pol - you know that.
Oh and for you out there, you of the sweet candy promises, I’m starting to feel a return to the old.
Ironic - a jarring reminder of my past sends me scrambling to get in touch with myself - by going through my past entries. I just realized what most of my entries are about. . . Joei, I hope you haven’t bitten your tongue off :Þ
Hi Sugar,
Storm and all, I’ve got candy in my life to sweeten things up. But it sure is stirring things up like crazy again. Ow, my sweet tooth aches :Þ
Wtf. . . what are you doing peering into my life?!? You’ve made your exit - a grand one at that. You wanted out, then stay out.
Ironic though, considering that til now I refuse to have pasts cloud my present and future. Hey, you, stealer of dreams - and your partner in crime - there’s nothing more you can get out of and from me. Except for a few more snickers. Hah.
