Thursday, July 24, 2003

I love...
cotton candy
old books
attics
red
tinsel
trains
words


I hate...
lizards
loud voices
cracked nails
bills
documentation
bright lights
transition


I dread...the loss of familiarity
The details are banal, and just as banal was the fact that I loved him throughout. Until he left me. Then I hated him. To go through all that pain and misery and not reap the pleasures of hate?

- Three Women Talking, Arthur Wesker