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Today, after surpressing my boredom with an installment of Saw 2 I had a craving for tortilla chips with a hot spicy salsa dip. To my dismay the closest thing I had to those tasty triangular snacks in my cupboard was bread...... Also I was out of dip. Somehow the bread wasn't as crunchy as my taste buds required so it took a trip to toaster land, and proceeded to get much more browner and considerably more crispier. With the crunchy part out of the way my attention turned to he lack of dip. Scanning the vacant shelves I soon stumbled upon a solution. Returning to my room, toast in one hand and bolognese sauce in the other, the only thing to

When I see you, I see the lips I should be kissing, The body that should be here in my arms. When I think of you, I think of all the times we've had, And how the distance shouldn't be this far. When you make a sound. I wish you could whisper in my ear, Feal your breath, if I only had a choice. When you comfort me. Tell me that you love me, You keep my heart beating with that voice. And when I lay with you, angels are jelous of me. Nothing more could I want from this life. To wake up knowing I'm with you. The world Is standing still for you and I.

When I begin to type, I never know what I am going to write, what I am writing for or who I am writing to. Each key my fingers touch produces a word that makes more sense than the previous. These words then go on to form sentences that affect the way someone thinks or feels. Or they don't. These words could go on to fall upon blind eyes or ignorant minds. People who appreciate nothing more than the money in there wallet. I have met these people, and they have read what I write. They have criticised me. They do not know me. You could be this person, you could be anyone. There is a person. Just one. When she reads what I write, I care. When