| Diaryland Home | |||||
Teloscope Feeling: I know. It's riming the glass of my teloscope. Aimed out my window, seeing her bright hair his cool stride- those two holding hands. Seeing how her hips are smaller he dances better her teeth are straighter and they must be happier.
Fingernail chipping at the barnacles
What was it in the Desiderata? "Compare yourself not to others, lest you become prideful or discouraged." Comments? 0 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |