Tonight is a little strange.
I feel like talking to someone.
Normally, I would be contented talking with myself thru my writing (and thru my blog).
This is the price of my living alone. You know everything has got a price and you got to pay for it for anything you wan.
And I’m determined to at least finish writing this drama while I’m living alone. So, it’s a good to pay for my living alone.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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