was just reading magpie rant about how we have proof that the human race is digressing. Periodically we are surprised by shit adorning the public bathroom walls in our book store... merely wanting to pass this on to those of you who are out there that fling poo... karma is a bitch. someone had to clean up after you. on to something infinitely cleaner, squeeky, and yet more depressing...
and so i let him leave again....
once written, this sounds a little like an accusation. it's not.
i just don't want to have it rattling around in my head anymore.
i feel like a broken record. his name.... it keeps rolling out of my mouth. now granted, i do spend a good deal of time hanging out with him, izza and ladybug... so the stories do center around them...
he does get the music though.
and that's a huge thing.
i wonder if he thinks about it. does he wonder why i don't come on to him. i'm obviously amenable to cuddles and don't mind sharing my bed. does he just assume that something would have happened if it was going to... but really, i wonder, does he think about it?
and is magpie right, are we just dancing around 6 months of foreplay....
or am i going to be horribly disappointed...
with that thought, off to dream.
dream.
12.12.04 : 11:52 p.m.