malakai

The immediacy of the internet and its many communication enabling trappings have finally caught up to me. I have officially joined the ranks of sorry bastards that accidentally emailed something that is very likely to be read as creepy and wierd, though my intentions were entirely innocent.

I know I'm not the only one, but jeezooks, i feel like a real heel. Or maybe what concerns me is that she might not read into the message at all, and the implications of that are more than I wish to confront.

Well, I guess I'll have to write a song about it. And then I can commit my embarassment to posterity. Then I'll spread it around in mp3 form, thus exponentially expanding the effective radius of my foolishness.

Thank you internet.