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I got a few PMs wishing me a Happy New Year and it really warmed my heart. Thank you so much, LitNet, for welcoming me into your community. My life has benefited in many ways, you'll never know!



May 2008 be a blessed and fun year for us all. I raise my glass to you, my dear friends!

Love,

Kizzo
*hugs*

I love you.
He whispers gently
staring deeply into her eyes
You do not know me.
she replies gently, looking down
away from his eyes
May I say I adore you then?
He says, questioning
No. That is worse, I am no goddess
I like you very much, then.
A shake of the head answers.
I am fond of you?
A slight tilt of the head.
A thought.
No. That is not much different from liking me.
What then? Please

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OK. So I know a lot about haunted places and legends. B kinda gave me a bit of a shove. Real Place here, and I actually saw the lamp deal. It was on Ghosthunters when they were down there. Both Jay and Grant are chatting away and only on replay did they see the lamp move back. The cord was not pulled and the spread on the table undisturbed. The reason I say cord not pulled, was it fell normally to the floor. Interesting. This comes from the major ghost story of the plantation

A Walk ...

I have read most of the regulars latest entries but haven't responded to them. You'll have to forgive me for it or bear bitter resentment - your choice. (-:

You'll have to forgive me for this too: Christmas blew. First though...after three months of perpetual, repetitive Christmas music at work - which made me imagine myself a sociopath who went all "Tell-Tale Heart" and buried the DJ beneath the concrete slab of the backroom - *that* torture ended - and for that, I am ...

It's 7:12 PM right now, exactly 4 hours and 48 minutes before 2008. Working on this entry on the old laptop we've got while sitting comfortably in our living room. It really is comfortable, except for the loud noises outside. NOW people can start setting off their fireworks without worrying about a waste of money. My dad really likes fireworks, and right now it really surprises me why he's not on our balcony right now. Oh well. He's too busy cleaning one of our electric fans. There's an old superstition ...