Untitled |
When you're a little kid... you're a little bit of everything. Artist, scientist, athlete, scholar... sometimes it seems like growing up is the process of giving those things up. One by one, I guess w...
Posted by Quality Time on Fri, 25 May 2007 03:48:00 PST |
The One |
original blog post date: June 25, 2005
Just had a lot of thinking I did today and here's some thoughts...seeing the light, it's like this glaringly obviously blind realization...like pure truth...
Posted by Quality Time on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I'm finally ready. |
I had to ask myself a lot these questions to understand; Why would this person want to be with me? How considerate, independent, funny and interesting am I? Relationships of all kinds are the classroo...
Posted by Quality Time on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 09:26:00 PST |
For Carolyn |
I haven't done a blog for a while now and I'd like to write about someone very special to me and share to everyone just how much she means to me. I'll just write it like a letter since those are what ...
Posted by Quality Time on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 12:17:00 PST |
Was I in Love? |
How do you know if it is really love? Well, as you can imagine, this also happens to be one of the most difficult questions to answer! Love is such a strange, wonderful thing that nobody really has co...
Posted by Quality Time on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 12:49:00 PST |
For my Mommy |
Dear Mom,
Mom, no one sees me like you do... you see me with eyes that have known me for all my days. No one understands me like you do... we're alike in more way than we even konw. No one empathizes ...
Posted by Quality Time on Fri, 11 Aug 2006 09:41:00 PST |
Life |
Stuff have happened today that have effect my life... and I just feel like saying this... sober; or not sober it makes no difference how I act... I'm the same and these thoughts are mine and I want to...
Posted by Quality Time on Mon, 07 Aug 2006 07:17:00 PST |
To Erica |
An old man was walking along the beach, when he came upon a part of sand where thosands of starfish had washed ashore. A little futher down the beach he saw a woman, who was picking up the starfish on...
Posted by Quality Time on Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:18:00 PST |
The Waiting Game |
Dearest,
You know, there's waiting, and then there's waiting.
See, I've been waiting for you, but I've waited impatiently, most of the time. It was always, "Where is she? Why is it taking so long? Can...
Posted by Quality Time on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 10:09:00 PST |
Fear Knocks |
Dearest,Sometimes I fear that you don't exist, that I will never have someone who appreciates all the things that, together, make me who I am.My family, those supposedly closest to me, have always see...
Posted by Quality Time on Tue, 27 Jun 2006 10:27:00 PST |
