The twilight side of the hill...

There was a girl.
There was a boy.
If they had met they might have found a world of joy...
But he lived on the morning side of the mountain.
And she lived on the twilight side of the hill.

They never met, they never kissed.
They will never know what happiness they've missed.
'Cause he lived on the morning side of the mountain...
And she lived on the twilight side of the hill.

That's a Donnie and Marie song... the words are right, except for the girl. And maybe the mountain and hill. The morning versus twilight seems apt enough. Oh, the hill may apply too. We'll see.

There is someone I've met online. Someone that lives in London. I've spoken to him for hours on end over the phone. (And, at about 17% GST, that makes for a costly call). He makes me laugh and feel good and safe. He can make me cry too, though. When me Stalker From London (SFL) discovered that it was my 21st Birthday on July 3rd... he sent me a present... something big. He sent me a card that sings "Happy Birthday" in a British tone. Everytime I am feeling down, I'll open up the card and laugh... I'll hug the vibrating Elmo doll he's sent me. It has a place in my bed and in my car and heart. (SFL is so jealous, and I think he wants to visit the Apothecary and hasten the death of my dear Elmo).

I'll lift up my shirt and smile at the elastic banding of the designer underwear I'm wearing which hugs my butt. We have contact in some way every day. I don't want to hurt him, and he'll do anything to make me happy. I've agreed to meet him at the end of the year sometime. I'll go over to London and he'll show me the time of my life. (Given that I let him watch me sleep now and then. ;)

Anyhow... I did have a birthday recently... but I did NOT get laid. LOL! Shame on y'all for thinking that! I mean, you can all take the images from the photos and imagine me all over you like a monkey on a banana... but other than that, my sex life is less interesting than mitosis (simple cell division). So... what was my birthday like? Well, it was pretty much a family event. We went out to a dinner and show. I got pulled onto stage and made to dress like the cowboy in the Village People. They made me do the Y.M.C.A. and dance along to Macho man. What's that? You want pictures? Meh. Fine! Hold on... I'll go and sort this out and post some... da-deh-da...



Here I am as a cowboy, for all of my Texan readers. Yes. Those are sequents....


This is for everyone that has me on some kind of rotating wallpaper system. God, I am suddenly in awe of reflective surfaces... That's my twin sister, Maria, looking as though she is ready to take a stroll through Central Park. I'd assume that's what you'd look like if you were to stroll through Central Park anyway. :o)


One of my Uncles and his family got me an iPod mini. I didn't tell anyone what SFL got me, but it may have something to do with the tears... god... the emotion in my face in this picture... it kills me everytime I look at it... my Mother had made up this photo album of my life... me and my twin sis growing up... I came to a picture of my Grandmother (who couldn't be there, sadly.... :( ... and broke down. I seem to do that at birthdays. lol.)

William John.