Saturday, March 29, 2003


The feel of aching longing for things you cannot name.
I guess it should end soon, but I know it probably will last for some time. It`s been there for quite some time now, and despite all I try, it creeps back on lonely nights, thoughtful walks and sun in my face. Oh well.
At least, I can laugh at everything. I can be "EVIL", well, at least mini "evil". Mini me. And sing... so I guess this shall be a thank you note to someone that I know will never read this. For pulling me out of the pit. For hauling my sorry ass from self pity hell. Thank you Doctor Evil. 

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