restraining order

it's just perfect (insert sarcasm here). my internet connection stops going wonky long enough to rattle my nerves with an email and a friendster profile.

we should sign an agreement, i'll stay away from the city by the bay and he will not set foot on the city that never sleeps. it won't be forever, just until i exorcise the ghosts of lib affairs past... maybe after another three years.

deleting my friendster account proved to be a good move... i don't want us sharing the same networking site-- not now, at least.

Song of the Day: Here You Come Again (by Dolly Parton)
All you gotta do
Is smile that smile
And there go all my defenses
Just leave it up to you
And in a little while
Youre messing up my mind
An filling up my senses