obligatory entry time. nothing massive or deep to report. a beautiful day in which, for a change, i pampered MYSELF, damn it. heh.

i do not think i can be friends with you. every time we talk, all i can think about is you telling me you can’t imagine us working out. oh, and how, somehow, you think it’s possible to tell me that and not have it change everything.

five things that make me wish i weren’t so fucking observant…. and five things that i wish i could forget:

i was going to ask a very serious question here. had it all typed out and everything. sat here for a good ten minutes looking at it, preparing to post it. then, i realized — if you were ever willing to answer it, you would have done so long ago. so. a sigh and an edit and an admission — i’ll never know. maybe some day, i’ll be able to stop wondering.

An apology, at base, is an expression of sorrow and guilt for actions taken that render pain or injury to another.

not real sure where this is going to go, but letting it have its head. (recording available: addiction.mp3 )

i was tempted to set this into the archive with the date/time stamp of it’s creation, october of 2006, and thus, hide it in plain sight. but i find that subterfuge unnecessary. so. instead. placing it as the small, black stone that it is and simply for archival purposes. which feels good… for it is good to be able to remember and nothing more.

i met an old man in the park today. we sat on an old, decrepit bench and shared laughter and sunlight.

i am learning new lessons lately. sometimes, they are hard.

someone was on a ramble elsewhere tonight about skin color. not one of those silly bias things, just a bit of fluff about differences.