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Hee. His hair has always reminded me of Jeff's. And I love Jeff's hair.

Still envy Frankie, too. Just a teense. She was in the right place at the right time.

In the meantime, about tonight's game: our ranger finally joined the party, the party finally got a good excuse to stick together, and they encountered an elderly gnomish expert and a lesbian waitress. All is well!

These guys kick so much ass. Love!

OH MY GOSH! Not Pretty Enough Heeeee hee hee!

Youth

Do I speak in terms of scorn
because I envy the young?
Do I take their drama with a heap of salt
because I left that passion far behind
I wonder sometimes why
and keep thinking on these words:
"She's just so young"

The worst, I think, is when
They choose to think they know my trials
And often - always - say:
"Perhaps someday..."

I do not want your hope
It is the hope of youth
And youth I scorn
For that is what I was before
And look what happened then.

But still one point is sure
The cynic in my heart
Looks at my hard eyes and my doubt
And laughs "You're just so young."

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It's fun to listen to Tom Baker talk to himself.

Jon Culshaw rocks.

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I have to write a very short paper on Camus and martyrs and suffering. It is already hours overdue, but I'm sending it in online and I trust the teacher to be merciful.

The material I'm reading for it, especially an essay about the El Salvador massacre, is shooting memories into my mind and the messages about honesty and courage and things are making me cry.

I am afraid. I am very afraid, but I have a story that I've kept to myself for so very long - and it's like it's trying to crawl it's way out my throat but destroying my voice in the process.