Dear Diary ;
i want to stroke a white dove.
i want to smell the crisp aroma
of a golden-brown tuna puff.
i want to see the sloping green mountain
scenery from the valleys of Northern China.
i want to sit in the rain watching the
rooftops of some distant quaint European village
with something warm next to me so i could
hug it to death. hmmm.
now THAT was random. =)
now something that makes more sense.
Captain Jack Sparrow!
Yet Another Day;4:15 AM