where is the diana i once knew?

i don’t want to witness this slow deterioration of that diana i once knew so well. the deeply passionate, convicted, sardonic, driven, critical-optimist. obviously not limited to the aforementioned qualities. that diana has been taken away slowly, piece by piece, hair by hair, word by word. stop stealing her and storing her in an undisclosed location.

the perfect piece of bread. simultaneously chewy, soft, and a little crunchy. [currently searching for the perfect bread, cookie, muffin, cupcake, etc….]

the laughs are somewhere, hidden. where is my comfort and solace? come back autumn!

i was hopeful for a great 26th year. its not too far in, so perhaps 2010 will bring in a bunch of goodness. or strength to see the sun and rainbows after that dark lull?