Swing. Swing, swang, swung. And swing again. Dreams on ecstasy, body harmony and rested souls. Homemade rasberry cheesecake and True Blood. We didn't have such a time to ourselves in a while. I really, really enjoyed it. I missed it, too. Turns out that...

250th post. Here has been the scene of all my drama in all its wilderness and without any restraint. And it shall continue this way I suppose. Like a bucket of tears, better put them there than spilling them around. Better put all these emotions in letters,...