September 10th, 2001:

She never called….

maybe tomorrow.

Here goes nothing….

Update: I got her answering machine. It was some guy talking in a Bee Arthur sounding voice. He said, “Hi this is Shannon. I can’t take your call right now because I am having hot sweaty sex. Leave a message and I’ll do you lat… I mean call you later.” BEEEEEEEP

I left a message.

Funneling packets using PPP inside of an SSH connection that is running through a HTTP 1.1 compliant proxy server using CONNECT requests simply to be able to use CVS makes for an interesting, yet rather unfruitful, afternoon.

I can tell you exactly
when the last raindrop dripped
from these swollen eyes.
After the rain,
The sun filters down
to this faded face.
Years of experience
washed away the innocence
that once was.

All the apple pie and
creamy thighs
will not repair
these wounded eyes
that, now, shield themselves
from the light
that begs me to
remember what
I once was.