September 3rd 2001
Sep. 3rd, 2001 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizwontcryCheck out Axl. Isn't he cute? He's there for good, until I get the new background up and rolling one of these days. Ahh, the joys of Axl.
I've been having digestive problems today.
And also, I downloaded Morpheus but I can't seem to get it to work. Can someone tell me what I need to do make my files show up? I downloaded it mostly because I wanted another Napster-like MP3 player type of thing. You know, like it plays random songs off your list and such. Where can I find such a thing? The newest version of Napster that I downloaded like an idiot a few months ago does wierd things when I go from one window to another. It's annoying.
I watched Hannibal and I was reminded of how dissapointing the end is. I want to get the DVD just to see the alternate ending. I love DVD's, they're so much fun! I always go straight to the "additional features" when I get one. I don't have a DVD player so that makes it a little difficult. But that's what boyfriend's roommates are for.
So I worked on a big chunk of my story tonight. I guess I'm going to have to write the rest tommorow. I haven't ever really written a whole story that wasn't porn, didn't talk about being in a band (I went through a rash of "I'm cool cuz I'm in a band" stories in 6th grade, even though I wasn't in band), or wasn't about being trapped in an elevator with Christian Slater (I had an active mind when I was 11, what can I say?), so this is kind of a new experience for me. Anyway, here's what I have so far. PLEASE give me an honest reaction. If it sucks, please tell me it sucks. That is what guestbooks are for!
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They danced cheek-to-cheek, and clung to each other with a ferocious passion that they knew they both would miss more than anything.
“When the song is over, we must say goodbye,” she whispered in his ear. He gripped her harder, until she realized she couldn’t figure out where she ended and he began. She could hear the music clearly, but as the song came closer to the end, she tried as hard as she could to tune it out. All she could see was his face, his thoughts, his breath. She was so close to him she could hear his heart beat. This was the only music she could hear, and she memorized the beat, held it close to her, and saved it. It would be the last time she would hear it.
