28 november 1999 | back | archive | forward

i am writing just for the sake of writing.

and sometimes, i believe, that's enough.

she apologized, and i forgave her. it felt so good talk to again. i missed her.

me? jealous? oh, if you only knew.

my apartment life, the ivy cd for $6. i ruined my copy not even a week after i got it last christmas, and i've been looking for a (cheap + used) replacement since.

"if you can't say anything nice," she said, "don't say it at all."
"but then i would be silent for the rest of my life," he said.

remember not to over-soak the lady fingers when making tiramisu. soggy = yucky.

say hi:
i like e-mail, and i like you. christine@maganda.org.