Hmm, I'm looking forward to getting to San Diego, but not to drivng through LA. Will someone please convince the mayor to build a huge bridge that goes over the city? That would make my...decade.
Has anyone else ever noticed that relationships seem to begin and end in big spurts? I've been single for years now, and I've come to recognize that people couple and uncouple together; there tend to be huge influxes of availablity and then huge shortages. I wonder sometimes how pervasive our desire for connection is.
I just feel I should update this, which is an odd sort of feeling, really. I don't have anything particularly interesting to say, right this second. I'm feeling contented, you know? Ok with myself, and while it's a nice way to feel, I don't think it's interesting to write about.
As narcissistic as I am, I still find it hard to believe that anyone gives two shits about what I write, also. Live Journal flopped hard that way. Writing in a physical journal is different to me, but online--I still need to warm up to it.
Also, you'll be happy to know that your words of support and encouragement have helped immensely--I've been cooking my ramen quite a lot lately. I've actually moved on to other types of Asian noodle-based soups as well--and I cook those ones too.
It's Halloween! I'm looking Forward to getting out in the wild drunken festivities that overtake this corner of the world each yeah. Not that I plan on being one of them, I just want to see at least one drunken screaming kid get slammed against a wall by a cop
Mmmmm, I love waking up after having had slightly too much sleep. Not way too much, that's just a crummy feeling, but slightly too much...it feels just right.
I'm talking a lot about love tonight, and with 5 or 6 different people. It's left me in one of those optomistic and cheerful moods, like nothing can go wrong. If a dream girl walked past my apartment, it seems like karma would draw me out of my room at the right time and I would, for a change, say the right thing instead of... Read More
You mean, people notice my ramen "problem"--and worry? They care?
I had my syringe and spoon out until I read your message. You've probably saved my life, you know--I can't imagine that ramen in the bloodstream is a good idea--I just never *sniff* knew that *sniff sniff* anyone cared! *weeps*
I like feeling all optimistic like that. I try the cynical bitch thing every once in awhile, but it never works for long--I think I have a basic optimism about love in general--even sometimes when love in particular is fucking me over. (Of course, I'd never tell you that at the time.)
Prepared to swallow . . . ramen? (No--fuck--I'm supposed to be getting over that. Dammit.)
I really do believe everything's at least partially worth it. Even the most worthless involvement I had taught me a good lesson--that the lack of a real reason not do to something does not translate into a reason to do said thing. That might seem logically intuitive--evidently it's not always.
Food...gooooood.
How long will you be in S.D.?