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THE TRUTH IS THAT EVERY MOMENT THAT WE SPENT TOGETHER, ALL I KEPT THINKING WAS HOW DID I EVER SPEND ALL OF THOSE OTHER MOMENTS WITHOUT YOU? BUT YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE, WEREN'T YOU? YOU WERE THE LONGING INSIDE OF ME ... THAT IS HOW I BEAR OUR DISTANCE. BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU ARE HERE NOW AS YOU WERE THERE THEN ... WITHIN ME.

MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS

i think that anything you take forgranted in life will eventually be taken away from you. maybe not now, maybe not later ... but in time ... whatever it is will seap through your fingers. it doesn't really matter if it's a person, place, or thing, nouns are irrelevant in the grand scheme of things aren't they? the thing is that they are just way too many deserving people in the world for life to put up with anyone's lack of appreciation ... so most of the crosses we bear are not necessarily the result of fate's injustice, but rather our own overbearing sense of self - importance.

Trading Up

Candace Busnell does it again! Each page of her novel is written with so much humor and dry witt, that I could not keep myself from laughing out loud. She is the Oscar Wilde of our generation.

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I DON'T THINK YOU NEED TO KNOW GOOD TO UNDERSTAND EVIL OR VICE VERSA. BUT I DO THINK YOU NEED TO KNOW GOOD TO KNOW EVIL, BECAUSE YOU DON'T REALLY KNOW SOMETHING UNTIL YOU HAVE ACTUALLY EXPERIENCED IT. I MEAN, YES, WITHOUT EXPERIENCING IT, YOU HAVE AN UNDERSTANDING OF IT. BUT TO SAY YOU KNOW SOMETHING WITHOUT A TANGIBLE EXPERIENCE ATTACHED TO WHAT YOU KNOW, IS A PRETTY GRAND STATEMENT. BECAUSE HOW MUCH DO WE REALLY KNOW ABOUT ANYTHING ... WITH EXPERIENCE OR WITHOUT?

MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS

that wasn't love darling ... that was slave labour

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I THINK THAT YOUR FRIENDS ARE YOUR TRUE FAMILY. THEY ARE THE ONES YOU CHOOSE AREN'T THEY? SO OF COURSE I AM SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO I LET IN MY LIFE AND WHO I DON'T. WHY WOULDN'T I BE?

MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS

i did get your e-mail. first of all, i want to say that i thought that it was very brave and courageous of you to write what you did, especially since all this time has passed. i've met very few honorable men in my life and you happen to be one of them. i am not really sure what to say. i guess, i just never knew how much I meant to you ... how much you respected me and cherished our time together. maybe in the future we can be friends. but I can't do it now. it's too hard ... too complicated. but I do wish you well ... always. and thank you for all of the kind things you said about me. i heard about how you defended my honor.

Dear Mr. Deer

Mom and I went on a road trip recently and I hit a deer. Actually, the deer hit me - go figures! Anyway, I feel so ridiculously guilty. I mean, I am not sure how we value human life or any life for that matter, but I just feel soooo bad. I tried to do the right thing. I stopped the car. I tried to look for him/her ... I called highway patrol, but I just feel like I have committed this huge crime against nature, which is completely irrational when I come to think about it. I must kill a thousand ants just walking the street everyday, nevermind not being a vegetarian. But a deer, they are so innocent aren't they? All they do is eat grass! At least if they were some kind of threat I could put my conscience at ease. Anyway, I'm sorry Mr. Deer. I tried to warn you not to cross, but it was too late. I hope that wherever you are ... you are not suffering.