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i feel terrible.

She was like the water that freezes inside a rock and breaks it apart. It was no more her fault than it is the fault of the water when the rock shatters.
--One Stab, Legend of the Falls

if i gave you a choice
to take back the last 48 hours of your life
and change everything


would you?

* because at the end of the race
when the fatigue passes
we can say
i ran the race, and finished.

the dogs ran out today
and in a crazy frenzy
i drove in circles
screaming for mango
around the estate
(we're not sure cooper
even knows his name)

we found them.
and if i had my way
i'll keep them tied up
until december.

urgh.
panic mode.

some of you reading cherie's blog has asked "she got married??"
yes. i havent got many peetures of my new brother,
because he's camera shy-- but in a wild burst of
mac-topia, with the new built in i-sight:
here's a peek.

he can be quite funny.

nobody cares.
i most certainly don't.

why, oh why is gilmore not out yet??
(the series closes on 15 may--
as much as i love them,
i'm quite glad its the last season:
the new writers are butchering it all.)

grab your gear, and buckle in,
tonight we drive
until the morning light.

let me just lie here








and waste away.

everyday that we are together is a choice
its not a simple matter of responsibility,
or accountability, or committment.

its about choice.

you choose every morning that you wake
to be in love
you choose every night that you sleep
to love and hold dear
you choose every time you talk
to be loving and kind

and above all
you choose every fight you have
to let go, to hold back

because you choose her, above all.

the only way to tear the boyf away from work
is to turn on the soccer.

hurmpf.