Long distance love ... Is it really possible? This morning I woke up thinking about it and wondering to myself "Could I accomplish such a task?" Would I be willing to board a plane every other weekend for a 'long distance love?' Why does it always seem as if the right people come into your life at the wrong time? Or that all the wrong people come into your life at the right time?

I wanna be happy ... I wanna be able to tell someone in my life "You are everything and everything is you." Maybe I need someone to come into my life and advise me that love is not a melody in a fairytale. Last time I checked I knew more people who were out of love than in love. Or even better, I know alot of people who've lost love or hoping for love.

"Why do they write these damn songs? What, to make you think and believe and dream that you could feel like this? Someone must have gone through this shit in order to be write it." ~"Waiting to Exhale"

I was reading Anthony's journal the other day and it had me smiling so hard. Maybe I need to destory and rebuild.

I chatted with a co-worker over the weekend about living with the Milkman. He stated that he had moved in with his girlfriend and daughter. Maybe I was thinking out loud when I made the comment of "Oh, So she's living with the milkman now." Even though I know they're trying to start up a family and make their house a home ... The fact still reminds ... "She's living with the Milkman." I've been invited to more baby showers than weddings ...

Alright -- I'm Gone

Be Good ... Or Good At It