quoting John Donne: "Since you would save none of me, I bury some of you."

letting ideas Plurkolate.

she's too tired lately.

a hard time reading these timelines.

the new verbs the Internetz is spawning. Googling, Twittering, Plurking...

vague memories of two bottles of expensive Dutch liquor and a cheesy '70s Frankenstein B-movie.

hears a storm brewing outside.

digs this "freestyle" function on Plurk.

(not was)

enjoying her first Plurk.