From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #48 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, February 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 048 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: if sugar won't kiss you then i guess i will [Naomi Vaughn ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: 7 Feb 00 22:49:05 CST From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: if sugar won't kiss you then i guess i will wrote this a couple days ago... love, me the daydream angel ;) - --- i guess the only thing that's changed, is i can't call you just to hear your voice, or just to tell you about the daydream i had, and i can't write you just because i was thinking about you and i can't hug you because you're so damned cute, or kiss you because your eyes are too much to bear, or find your foot under the table, or hold your hand, or snuggle up against you when it's windy, or when it's not but, other than that, everything's the same so i guess i have no reason to miss you, like i do. "If I knew better... I wouldn't change a thing" ~Train, "Swaying" ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 23:20:32 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~installment five~ + i don't say what i'm thinking most of the time. i just absorb other people's loudness and turn down the volume. sleep is bliss for me. but i don't look up my dreams anymore. if this life is a test, i don't know if i'm passing. i'm a separate, anti-social person in a crowd of friends. i spend money that isn't my own to fit in, just to become something i don't even believe in. i thought hamlet was pathetic, but maybe i couldn't kill someone so easily, either; and i identified with iago, but maybe i just liked the sound of his name. my words aren't half of what i mean. i adore klimt, because he is unique. i was once half of the kiss. i don't know if i'm ambitious enough where it counts. and keeping track of sheep does not help me sleep. i'm allergic to cats, dogs, dust and the outside, but sometimes the inside is far worse for my mental health. only a few people really understand me, and i'm not sure if it's my choice. i take on roles others give to me, but they don't bother to find out what i taste like. if i were rich i'd try not to be a snob, but i still have trouble seeing homeless people as worthy, and i'm poor. i love my dad because he needs to be needed. i'm a sucker for sorry sob cases of human beings. i identify to well with neurosis. since i got into double digits, i've had my eyes pried open to the real world, like everyone said it would be. it turns out they're right. i used to think love would never hit me. then it almost killed me. now i avoid it like unisex bathrooms. but i miss spooning. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #48 *********************************