Ha ha, fair enough Greg. I should correct my self.

It's something I normally wouldn't do.

Gah. I just need someone to care for. I miss the feeling of love so much. It's hard to get a taste of it and then lose it.

I wouldn't say anything directly to him, because it can really hurt the case if you interfere. My suggestion is convince her to talk to some kind of authority about it (police or maybe her boss who can request the gentleman not return during her working hours) or get her permission to tell someone about it for her. Basically, it's never a good idea to become personally involved with a potential stalker, IMO.

Yeah, I hear you. Had a hookup the other night, not really what I'm looking for. It's funny how sometimes you do things that are just not typical of you, ya know?

Still working at the whole love thing. Just not floating too hot. How are you?

Greg, I can't believe you're still around here.

I think mine may be a little inaccurate... ha ha.

Girly B*tch that will rock your world. I mean, seriously?

I'm not ignoring you. Hi!

Yeah, I was trying to start seeing this girl actually that lives nearby, didn't find her here. Buuuuuuut. It's not going to be what I need, so here I am. Ha ha. With a new picture, too!

You have pretty high standards, there. Hott, athletic, saw earlier you want young, too, and even tall. All at the same time as him being Mr. Right. Good luck with allllllllll that. Lol.

There should be one around the Atlanta area... preferably on the north side, since that's probably the safest side...

A tiger? Er.

Never done it, but I hear it's a *****.

DESCENDS, THE NIGHT (September 28, 2005)
By Joe Buchholz

Descends, the night, to its cold
beneath the warm blanket of its dark,
which floods the mind with thoughts so obscure
as to emerse the compassionate into its depths;
fair is the heart what escapes this demure
tyrant called the night, whom leaves its mark,
makes the memory a distant friend, turns the young to old.

Descends, the night, to its fear
beneath the heroic blanket of its dark,
which floods the mind with thoughts so blank
as to emerse the courageous into its depths;
fair is the heart what escapes this dank
tyrant called the night, whom leaves its mark,
makes the memory a distant friend, makes the heartless hear.

Descends, the night, to its hollow
beneath the full blanket of its dark,
which floods the mind with thoughts so deep;
as to emerse the replete into its depths;
fair is the heart what escapes this stark
tyrant called the night, whom leaves its mark,
makes the memory a distant friend, makes the unwavering follow.

Hi, Joe, my name is Joe.

I don't think anyone should ever look down on someone for going to college... no matter your age, you're making something out of your current position. Screw what anyone else has to say... even if you're kinda broke, you have education, which should be way more attractive/respectable to others than vast amounts of money.

Don't do iiiiiiiiiiiit. Lol.

I don't really sleep anymore... a combination of late work hours, me being a natural night owl (usually up til about 3 or 4 anyway), and being woken up no later than 9 every morning to take my dog out... and I'm bad at going back to sleep after I wake up. Lol.

I've messaged three candidates... very lovely, prioritized ladies. But apparently they never check the site because they haven't even checked my messages yet.

I think total for this year, I may have a Goodmonth tire.

Lots of cool people here, definitely. I hope I can find what I'm looking for. =)