Love, is a marathon. That's why you get so tired so fast of everyone. Slow down and face yourself. Cause when it's good, it's is a long, open road. You're exhausted, always comming down, trying to come up for air, trying to act like you just don't care. Love is a marathon...

Friday, July 21, 2006

Random Sidenote.

I couldn't eat dinner because I felt so sick. But--my weakness shined through, I spotted chocolate on the counter in a wonderful (and nutritious) form called a nanaimo bar.

Chocolate truly is my weakness.

...at least it wasn't mini eggs--I'll eat those till I get sick.

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