Monday, February 27, 2006

587.

Write like you will be exposed; live like you will be judged.

Monday, February 20, 2006

586.

Origen was made to wear pink.

585.

Why did it feel like she was walking backwards?

584.

She said something, and then immediately regreted it.

583.

If you go back far enough, we share the same saints.

582.

Like Kierkegaard, the life of the party went home and despaired.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

581.

A satin ribbon over a bare shoulder.

580.

Boredom, this generation's symptom of dissatisfaction.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

579.

Her father's brithday, and she forgot.

Friday, February 03, 2006

578.

Blogs teach you how to keep a secret.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

577.

The words in Matthew were a childhood melody, straining into the present like a familiar tune.

576.

That moment was singular. Time, on the other hand, is relentless.

575.

She put on her new watch with the dangling butterflies and asked, "Wanna know the time?"

574.

Love is a four-letter word.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

573.

572.

The clearest soup, with spring onions, seaweed, tempura crumbs, and udon.