have you seen him whom my soul loves?

have you seen him whom my soul loves?

first swim of 2008 and it decides to freaking rain. how awesome is that. bloody hell.

i was brought to a little spot yesterday night. where we sat and had a drink of beer. i'm not much of a beer drinker myself, but it was cold and it made me feel fuzzy inside.
random topics that i never seem to be able to speak to other friends about, it flowed with ease. rather startling words, but nary a gasp was heard, merely an impish grin (:

why is it still raining so much. isn't the monsoon season supposed to be long over by now.

i see familiar faces. i spy a german boy.

the book of love is long and boring
and written very long ago
it's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
and things we're all too young to know
but i
i love it when you give me things
and you
you ought to give me wedding rings
{peter gabriel // book of love}