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Name: Justine
Location: Annapolis, Maryland, United States

Justine, is a little bit more than you'd expect. This is where you are supposed to put your "elevator speech". What you'd say if you were in the elevator with somebody you wanted to connect with. I don't have an "elevator speech". If I ran smack-dab into one of my "heroes" I'd just have to smile and be polite and keep my yipper shut and that's probably for the best anyway!

Monday, February 25, 2008
Wants ya ya ya ya
The heart wants what it wants.

So do the credit card companies, the mortgage bank, the insurance company, the tax man, and three year olds at the mall.

What you want and what you get, now that's the rubbery end of the biscuit isn't it?

I'd like to jump the bones of Captain Jack Harkness.

Or Captain Jack Sparrow for that matter.

But what I'm going to get is a drive around the NASCAR Beltway home and the prospect that my dental bills have eaten up the money that's supposed to pay the other bills sitting at home on the desk.

Ain't that the way of it?
Saturday, February 16, 2008
You are still beautiful.

The darkness that you ran to
Has touched you.

It shows in your eyes
The corners of your mouth.

You are still beautiful.

You lay
On the chaise before the fire.

We drink overpriced wine
We do not speak.

Neither of us is the same
We are sad to find out.

Where will we drift?
Is our rice paper cocoon
Still worth holding us?

I don’t want to leave
I want to nestle beneath your chin

Anticipate the afterglow of
A different fire.

We regret
Time has made us
Different embers from those
Lit beneath a summer sun.

We’ve watched the miles pass
The windows of our car
They will never come back.

We lay on leather in a house
Our names on the deed.

Regrets and eagerness burning.

No one ever warned us of becoming

Friday, February 15, 2008
Eat me!

You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut

You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.

You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...

Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.

To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.