running home. and oh christ now there are statistics. what sort of sadistic manuever is this?! thankfully i've somewhat lessened my presence here in some sense. i don't feel obligated to participate. this is a strange place. it has more than it's share of seedy corners.

i am baking a pumpkin pie. i feel so domestic. in a good way. it smells so freaking good in here. time skips along particularly fast of late. it'll be christmas soon - and england. ick... but not yet. Tonight we have warm pumpkin pie with cool whip. my bamboo and jade plants are growing. the others coming back to life slowly. my dreams bound nearly on consciousness, so vivid. familiar as a memory. i've become calmer, rested. ready.

yum, the pie is done!

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL