days go by and still i think of you - dirty vegas. this song has been rehashed by so many competent people it's amazing.

why am i here? why do i writ. i've long since abandoned diaries such as this.
and in this modern day and age, facebook and tweeter.

but i'm here. and i re-read. and i remember.
i've been on a reminiscent buzz for a while now.

and i think, i think of my oldest, starting school this year!
i think of the past, people i've known and things i've done

and i think of morality. and who should define it for me.
the bible would tell me i should not be proud
but i have forgiven, as the bible demands. a long time i have forgiven. it doesn't acomplish anything with the other (staci, or more affectionately, little spoon) but i feel better for it. vindicated.
proud of myself that i can operate from that mindframe. pride is my sin. and i think of se7en
she's never asked. and never would.

and the reason i mention her on here is because she's the reason i left sitD. but i'm back i think.

so
so so so.

there is no title. nothing is significant enough.

i think i'll leave it at that today.
i have a pair of resident herons since shooting all the local cats. they're awesome.

peace, now and always. for all. except the harlots.

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