June 19, 2001
walk with me Virginia








walk with me



Virginia is for Lovers.  Vince and I are moving into a place in our committment and love for one another that makes the weekends not enough.  Over time, up until July 1, Vince's stretch of beach will be gently awash with a tide of my meagar belongings as I move in with him.  I'll recollect them like shells, disgaurding the ones I should let go or simply won't fit in my bucket.  I love Vince.  I love the kitties.  I love the garden.
christiangrantham.com








Christian Grantham is an excellent writer.  I hate him for it.  He also does some really fabulous web pages.  I obsess over my broken pages and I hate him more.  He is adorable--both physically and socially--and he has sweet Vince for a boyfriend (who is, by the way, one hell of a hotty also). 


I'm going to kill myself. 


But...  there is love.  Wherever love is, there am I also.  And you...  wherever you go, there is my love.  Let us tink the glass, and make the happy couple kiss.  Too soon, too soon.  Always, summer ends too soon. 


Get me another martini. 

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