"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Monday, April 12, 2004

cold summer nights... (with carrie's voice inside my head) it's but another summer that i've got in my hands... and i am yet again faced with a multitude of dilemmas that i have encountered the summer before... there's physical condition. which includes the skin tone, facial care, and body mass reduction... next is wardrobe management. sounds nice doesn't it? but it's actually a bitch. this year i had to keep a diary of what i wore, when, and where i wore it. i have always been conscious and careful not to repeat, or let's say, not to wear an outfit two weeks prior. but let's not go into anymore details with that... next case, financial aid... 'nuff said. but the worst i guess... is the love life department. apparently, i'm a bit short on that part... i guess it's time to straighten up... with no pun intended..

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