I'd originally had this big entry planned but my puter died then resurrected itself. Bastard thing too. All you need to know is that I went to the semi-formal last night, walked 4.25 miles on the treadmill beforehand, danced for four hours and then fell asleep eating chocolate cake. My legs hurt from all of it. My thighs ache and my reasons aren't even exotic. I mean, which of the last sentences of this conversation sounds better? Random friend: Hi Sally! How are you?Me: I'm doing alright. How are you, Random Friend?Random Friend: Good. Why are you walking like that?Me: Oh, my thighs are sore.Random Friend: How did that happen?Me: Oh, well yesterday I was having mindblowing sex once an hour for five hours straight OR Oh, well I walked 4.25 miles on the treadmill in an hour and a half yesterday and then proceeded to go dancing for four hours on and off. So, there was no mindblowing sex last night...at least not for me. I don't know what happened in your dorm room/bedroom/car/closet/apartment/house/crawl space last night. C'est la vie. It hurts as much to sit down as it does to stand. Take that. Yay for drugs. I might take all of this back later but I feel like getting it out now before the moment's gone. Here's a little prose poem for you. ExDaveI'm missing you today. Do you know that? I know you never read this but it's true. I'm starting to think that there wasn't anything wrong in our relationship except for the differences in our age. I'm older now and I think I know better. What if we gave it another shot if the opportunity ever comes around? You were amazing to me. You understood me like nobody else had. I'd marry you when I was 16 if I'd had the chance. Why does it have to be you? Oh, and I enjoy eating the candy shell off of my M&M's before getting lost in its deluge of chocolate. A Bientot! (Addendum: 12:24am: Mon, Dec.3.2001: for example, thinking about it for a while, I now disagree with the poem. I miss him but I don't feel THAT strongly about it. Momentary, I suppose. It happens every now and then. Ah well. Nice words anyhoo). previous - next