my not-so-closet romantic would like to share:
"The answer to the mystery of existence is the love you shared sometimes so imperfectly, and when the loss wakes you to the deeper beauty of it, to the sanctity of it, you can't get off your knees for a long time, you're driven to your knees not by the weight of the loss but by gratitude for what preceded the loss." - Dean Koontz, Odd Hours
now back to finding out what the guy's gonna do with a whole bunch of dead bodies and radioactive material.
oh and yes, apollo outing was fun, though there was waaayyyy too much shirt-stripping. played frisbee and watched very funny games. and saw her get washed away in a giant gush of water. heh heh, cues nasty grin. i'm sorry, but she happens to be the only person i've ever met to bring out this nasty side in me.
right. book. fucking throat $@#%#!*#$&!#
