Swing away.

Sometimes life throws you these amazing fastballs. I don't like spending time analyzing how to catch it the easiest way I can.

I just grab a bat and swing away.

I just swing away.

Comments

Quentin said…
sometimes you just don't know that there was even a ball coming right at you.

in my case sometimes i wonder why that ball looks larger every second.

and then it hit me.
11:48 PM, July 25, 2006
Anonymous said…
my condolences. :(
9:05 AM, July 26, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@quentino: Ouch.

@keith: Thanks. The guy who died was a family friend. We weren't close but he was a really close friend of my brother. It's sad. He was shot. =(
12:11 AM, July 28, 2006
Anonymous said…
hi rose!

right, just swing away!

tnx for the visit, Ive already adjusted the link (adjust mine too, please? thanks) and btw I've tagged you (meme) only if you wish to do it ;)

have a good weekend dear!
4:50 PM, July 29, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@thess: Thanks thess! Charlie really looks adorable. Pugs rule! =)

Oh, and yes, thanks for reminding me that i have to change your link! Good to have you around! I missed you and Sachiko, too.
11:38 AM, July 30, 2006
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