Slow dancing on the boulevard
In the quiet moments while the city's still dark
Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
You could hear her name

When she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost

Day breaking on the boulevard
Feel the sun warming up your second hand heart
Light swimming right across your face
And you think maybe someday, yeah
Maybe someday



Lyrics selected from The Difference, by Matchbox Twenty

Because I was just wondering how she's doing.

I'm leaving soon and I have to pack. Therefore, I leave the latest meme in my wake. Gacked from lm, collie, and ashkennedy...

>Do you like having your picture taken?
Um. Depends. If I'm bumming around and haven't showered or brushed my hair, no (Ahem- Noble). Normal times, it doesn't bother me one way or another. Orpheus nights- oh yeah.

>If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go and why?

Hard one. I want to see the Grecian ruins. I also want to tour Ireland (damn you, Rac).

>Have you ever done crossword puzzles?
From time to time.

>Pick up the closest book and write a sentence at random from it:
"Then I would gently stroke her hair, and let my tongue linger upon the sweet-scented arch of her neck."- Waking The Moon, Elizabeth Hand.

>Do the same with a lyric from either a cd or the radio:
"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell."--Matchbox Twenty, More Than You Think You Are

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There's a Wes/Dawn writer's guild site?? WTF??

/incredulity.

Anyway, I'm out of here and into the world.