anna

thank you all for the consoling after my journal catastrophe. i tell myself every time 'copy&paste, copy&paste...' and i did, but right before i submitted it, i copied a single word and pasted it into my dictionary to check the spelling ( sorry, i just really like to spell things correctly), and apparently that was the last thing i copied. ill write another big one here soon... i feel as though i may be zero-ing in on a cure for my computer thats been out of business for almost a YEAR. fucking ridiculous.

i have a few minutes though so id like to share a story.
today i was on the way to see my lover, its about an hour drive and it fucking sucks. but anyways, i passed one of those big cement trucks and i started to wonder "wouldnt that be horrible if a cement truck wrecked? i wonder how they handle a mess like that, or if theres any worry about the cement drying.... ill have to discuss this with andy when i get there (yes, these are the kinds of things we discuss)."
so i get to his house. the news is on. first thing that comes on when i sit down - traffic report: a cement truck had wrecked a few minutes ago, spilling cement all over the highway. it was on the same road i had just been on, and it had to have happened just a minute or two after i had passed that section of highway.

andy says i manifested it. (but he says that about a lot of things.)

am i controlling the universe?

hmmmmmm......