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And lately...

Not that much has happened.

My new bed arrived on Saturday afternoon. I've only had one sleep on it so far, but it's been great!

Stephen (paradigmshifty), evil man that he is, has given me his old Nomad Jukebox MP3 player because he bought himself an Apple Ipod. I love it! Now I've got to put all my music on it, this may take a while.

I had to buy a new kettle, after the old one decided to shut the entire house down every time it was turned on. Oops, damn these old houses and there shonky wiring.

I sucumbed to the evil and bought Harry Potter 5 today. Finished it already. When they said it was darker, they were right!

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mijbril
Jul. 6th, 2003 08:30 am (UTC)
a quick read then.

Never read any Harry Potter at all myself.
paxford
Jul. 6th, 2003 03:00 pm (UTC)
Excellent!
So we can sit down at some point and discuss the various plot holes; and character flaws; and the reality that Ash is just so much better :-p

Unrepentant MOM fan!
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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