Saturday, February 17, 2007

Interestingly enough. . .

You can't take back what you write. And sticks stones hurt, just as names will hurt you. The grass is always greener. You always regret what you don't do.

And I just didn't love him enough. I overlooked anything good he ever did for me. Simply because I am a negative person.

What's that other one?

Oh yeah, you don't know what you have until it's gone.

I think I had dreams about owning cats last night. In my early 40s. I was wearing a mumu?