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Compared to watching home-made porn of you and an ex-lover, re-reading old emails between the two of you is:
a) better
b) worse
c) about the same
d) I would never do either
Discuss.
8 November 2005
Discuss.
Headed down to school today to meet up with a study group for the Art History midterm. Only, the only other person who made it was Cute Painter Girl, and the only reason she came was because she'd thought that maybe I only formed the study group so I could hit on her (which, actually, is kind of true, but only sort of. I considered it the primary beneficial side effect).
( Read more... )Later, as I was replaying the conversation in my head. I realized what I said. I work best when I feel like people are depending on me.
In other words, I need to feel like people depend on me.
And there it is, the secret key to understanding everything about me. Just tossed in amid the stones and songs, I let slip the Big Simple Truth Of Me. While flirting with a girl, even though I promised myself I'd stop flirting.
( Read more... )Later, as I was replaying the conversation in my head. I realized what I said. I work best when I feel like people are depending on me.
In other words, I need to feel like people depend on me.
And there it is, the secret key to understanding everything about me. Just tossed in amid the stones and songs, I let slip the Big Simple Truth Of Me. While flirting with a girl, even though I promised myself I'd stop flirting.
okay, seriously!
8 November 2005 23:41I *just* found a box of pens in this drawer! Where the hell did they all go?
I can't even BLAME anyone, because I'm the only one living here! Twenty four pens! Not to mention all the other ones!
There were PENS in this apartment! I swear it!
PS - The Doctor Reverend Ron Qat is one of the coolest people ever! He gave me this giant PILE of music, and every time I finally get around to listening to another one, it is TEH MAD BOMB.
I can't even BLAME anyone, because I'm the only one living here! Twenty four pens! Not to mention all the other ones!
There were PENS in this apartment! I swear it!
PS - The Doctor Reverend Ron Qat is one of the coolest people ever! He gave me this giant PILE of music, and every time I finally get around to listening to another one, it is TEH MAD BOMB.
