I love finding things.

Whether it's a couple of bucks in my old coat pocket or a new trail I always just pass by, the sense of excitement that comes with these little discoveries never left with the years. 

AND NOW.

I have found my very old livejournal, hotmail, and AIM accounts that I've forgotten passwords to. Oh man, this is exciting, like some leisurely detective work. By the way, I had to re-create my hotmail account in order to retrieve my livejournal password. My AIM email, however, remains to be discovered. 

Dear olfactory nerves, taste buds, & co.,

I know, sinuses are absolutely abominable. They are evil buggers who are keeping us from being together, as is our destiny. Our brothers are fighting day and night with their lives to drive those scoundrels out of our territory. Love—I, too, hope the day will come soon.

Everyday is as if I lost a limb, for I cannot live without you.

Be brave! We shall all do our best in face of our greatest adversary yet!


Kisses,
The rest of the collective

Dear olfactory nerves, taste buds, & co.,

Hai. Whatever I did wrong, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Please come back.

I miss u. Nothing is the same without you guys.


Love,
PcBY

Macrosclarids and Cotyledons

I finally realized the detrimental effects of an undemanding plant biology course has on me. As a warning to all others, I have listed below are several symptoms that may indicate a plant biology course gone wrong:
» Eating sweet peas and think, "thank you macrosclarids and palisade parenchyma for standing up to my poor cooking skills and not go all soft and mushy on me!"
» Eating cashews and think, "mmm...cotyledons....mmm plant babies are yummy."
» Attempting to write erotic drabble on cashews.
» Attempting to write erotic drabble on yogurt.

It is my utmost sincere wish that others would learn a lesson through me and recognize these symptoms before it's too late.

[/nuttiness]

I'm in love.

Can't get enough
Creamy white and smooth skin,
Snippy and tart, but with a soft, yielding body
with just enough sweetness underneath.

I'm in love
With my homemade yogurt.


I promise I'll work on my food erotica poems a little harder next time.