im just glad that noreaster missed us down here, well not technically, but we didn't get the snow you all got. on saturday nite it was cold as an be and sleeting for a while, but then turned to rain last nite, the wind, wow, like a damn freight train roarin down the street

And due to popular demand, a shout out to the lovely aileen of Willie P. Long Island.

we just recently re-met at a toys for tots event that shauna held at the reco room. it was a pretty good turn out from what i hear, i was late of course.

'alo peeps i have been on hiatus. actually just moved and my comp is not cooperating with my roomates modem. so i am using her comp. it 's a really personal thing, a computer. no it is. anyways. i now live a block from the ocean and it is grand. thank you for the bday wishes LC and Jenks. I always look forward to a random text from ladycroft. it can make an evening. well hopefuly soon i will have my machine up and running and then i will again participate in this awesome community. i hope all is well with everyone. and what is this job you got LC? gnite all

hi ya'll. i heard its kinda lousy up there. its cold here too, but no snow. last weekend was the polar bear swim on superbowl sunday. let me tell you, that was one sight to behold. i was going to do it, but the 4 degree windchill changed my mind. AND my camera went dead so i don't have any pictures. well i hope everyone stays warm and safe. im off to bed...in my flannel sheets. yeah nice...sexy time. haha. not really..its by myself. take care all

because you're you,
she said standing there, shivering in the cold
arms around him.
such a mess, such a mess
everything they spoke of, discussed,
hashed out, hammered out
thrown away.
because you're you, i can't help it she says.
why can't she?
he walks the other way, painfully, slowly,
still believing, yet still walking.
they wake in the morning, cold air leaking
through the window sills, chilling a foot,
a shoulder left uncovered by the blankets
one eye, then the other opened, looking back at him.
this is what he is holding out for,
the forever in this.
laughing, they stroke each others skin,
soft, pale from winters darknesss.
her back, alabaster, with golden brown flecks , worthy
of cathedrals, beautiful,
they talk about nothing, plans for the day, going
to the ocean, laying wrapped round each other
for fear of falling into the abyss.
his face burried in her shoulder,
hands clutching in the warmth of her legs,
the smell of skin and sleep.
the day begs to begin, yet they fight the pullings
of friends, and parties to attend.
standing, backed into him, looking back for a kiss.
and then on their seperate ways.