What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s a stranger.
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?
Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny, little rocks.
Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.
If only I could meet someone new. I guess my chances of that happening are somewhat diminished, seeing that I’m incapable of making eye contact with a woman I don’t know.
Are we like those bored couples you feel sorry for in restaurants? Are we the dining dead? I can’t stand the idea of us being a couple people think that about.
