chain letter

Here's how you play:"Once you have been tagged, you have to write a blog w/ 10 weird, random things, facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don't forget to leave them a comment ("You're It") and to read your blog. You can't tag the person who tagged you. Since you can't tag me back, let me know when you've posted your blog so I can see your answers!"

10 THINGS YOU NEVER WANTED TO KNOW

1. I like my cereal room temperature, and soggy, sometimes letting it sit for up to an hour before eating it.
2. I have a crush on Anderson Cooper.
3. I own over 200 pairs of underwear.
4. I own over 30 pairs of jeans.
5. I cry every time I watch Forrest Gump.
6. I have seen RENT seven times in five cities across the country.
7. I have seen Madonna five times in four cities across the country.
8. My favorite meal of all time is a tray of Swanson Salisbury Steaks and reconstituted mashed potato flakes with a glass of milk.
9. I brush my teeth three times a day, especially after eating Swanson Salisbury Steaks and reconstituted mashed potato flakes.
10. My worst fears include snakes and heights.... but not at the same time.

Who am I sending this to...
1) Nobody. The chain letter stops here. I will now have bad luck for the next 15 years, but at least I wont incur the wrath of my true friends.
Exeunt.

acquainted with the night

Evenings descend earlier now along the banks of Tannehill Creek gingerly, on cat's paws, so that by the time I arrive home from work I can barely make out the trusses of the new house framed against the twilight. There, on the back deck perched amongst arthritic oaks, I find myself drinking a beer and pondering what life will be like after the shingles are laid, the drywall floated, and the Nelson lamps hung just so.
Nights like this, months hence, will most assuredly bring the glow of tv screens from veiled windows to illuminate the landscape an incandescent blue. I inhale the cedar-tinged air and watch the fireflies alight. I have been one acquainted with the night.

Acquainted With the Night
By Robert Frost

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain--and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.