tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6964254133464285301.post-16672689713797951352008-04-15T17:37:00.001-07:002008-04-15T17:45:49.893-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__M2MyJ-vcE4/SAVKUWYzn-I/AAAAAAAAACI/RRhqfDf3olE/s1600-h/a+kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__M2MyJ-vcE4/SAVKUWYzn-I/AAAAAAAAACI/RRhqfDf3olE/s320/a+kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189635859081830370" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">One of them being the urge to grab my stranger and plant one on him. To sow the seed or fast-forward its growth to full bloom?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Knowing me, probably neither. It would be a memo for him, a sort of: Dear recipient, I'm in love with you, just so you know.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Photo courtesy of</span> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/morganfuse83/">Morgan Fuse</a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">@ Flickr</span></span><br /></span></span>lannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00159892899856351622noreply@blogger.com