tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3844338.post-41744796864468494572007-02-01T23:34:00.000-05:002007-02-01T23:54:39.497-05:002007-02-01T23:54:39.497-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/4/9780061125584.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/4/9780061125584.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />Two for me. Because, today, I want to cry and I am out of ice cream. And jesus is <a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0340057/">Daniel Craig</a> not hot and postured in a crummy actor sort of way. Life is disappointing when your apartment is drafty.</span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The Remote</span><br /><br />I often think about you<br />when I am lying alone in<br />my room with my mouth<br />open and the remote<br />lost somewhere in the bed<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />The Sweetest Little Song</span><br /><br />You go your way<br />I'll go your way toomehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09424176903806243424noreply@blogger.com