I wish I had something to say. Worth anything. This is becoming a burden. Perhaps I'll leave for awhile and see if it does me any good. Yes, there's a plan. However, I'm not one to follow guidelines. I suspect I'll be back within the hour. Watch me now. Music. Yes. Tons of it. That's what I've been up to. Also reading a bit of Great Expectations; but mostly music. For music is of equal value to love in any form. Riiiight? NO. When lyrics can perfectly embody your feelings, you know it's over. And believe me, it is. I wish I knew what the hell I was talking about. As of late: Pretty Girls Make Graves The Mars Volta The Cure The Shins Iron and Wine Carbon Leaf Fear Before the March of Flames Cursive Bright Eyes Death Cab for Cutie Coheed and Cambria The Faint Wow, owls! Frou Frou Elliot Smith Tori Amos ...etc. That's all I can recall at the present. There are many more lovely bands I have forgotten to include, but my head refuses to divulge. I hate that. And how. While Kissing the lipless I'm excited. This weekend shall be splendid. I do declare. Every fiber of my being is writhing with anticipation at the thought of it. An entire weekend with Andrew. At the beach. Oh dear, I feel an orgasm coming on. But of course, not really. Maybe. RAWR My brain is threatening to disentangle itself from my spinal chord and beat me senseless with my own appendages. Perhaps. I can never tell what's going on up there. It needs to be Friday. Now. I need the sun. I need to be with Andrew. I need••••too much. I'm sorry. But I do...need you.