Blink and you're dead.
I was on my mountain tonight. The rains crashed, and the wind blew, but I was determined. Now, by my mountain, I mean not my mountain, I'm speaking metaphorically. But it's important to ignore the symbolism, because--and I say this with all honesty and tact--it's really quite shallow and obvious. So, back to the mountain. I didn't really expect a respite, it just didn't seem like the right time. Do you think love is the most selfish act? But I suppose things happen when you least expect it. For instance, I would never have guessed I'd have been having that sandwich, out of all of the sandwiches in the world. It was just unlikely--but at least I found Cleveland Park. I can't believe the trouble that gave me last time, and now I just stumble on it blind. Here's hoping for the scrabble, then.
I had no idea Jeffrey Brown had a new book. I have suspicions it's recycled in part, but I can't remember. That's a problem with my situation--no reference materials.
Speaking of no idea--a sequel to L'auberge Espagnole? I really enjoyed that movie for some reason, and I would like to marry Kelly Reilly, so I was glad to see Russian Dolls.
I wonder, sometimes, if they're out there. You know who I mean--those people. It seems like a life ago--and not the same person. I'd like to flatter myself about the one, but the other...well, there was no sign, no reason, nothing I was willing to admit.
I hope Matt is okay with Chinatown. It's not that I don't want to see Williamsburg, but it gets depressing. You can't go home again, and when you're still trying at 30, it's a bit sad. Oh, that reminds me--I think I'm getting an invitation. I really don't want one, because it would be awkward on so many levels. Also, how would I explain that? I don't want to mention it, even. She couldn't have just stayed quiet, could she?
I had no idea Jeffrey Brown had a new book. I have suspicions it's recycled in part, but I can't remember. That's a problem with my situation--no reference materials.
Speaking of no idea--a sequel to L'auberge Espagnole? I really enjoyed that movie for some reason, and I would like to marry Kelly Reilly, so I was glad to see Russian Dolls.
I wonder, sometimes, if they're out there. You know who I mean--those people. It seems like a life ago--and not the same person. I'd like to flatter myself about the one, but the other...well, there was no sign, no reason, nothing I was willing to admit.
I hope Matt is okay with Chinatown. It's not that I don't want to see Williamsburg, but it gets depressing. You can't go home again, and when you're still trying at 30, it's a bit sad. Oh, that reminds me--I think I'm getting an invitation. I really don't want one, because it would be awkward on so many levels. Also, how would I explain that? I don't want to mention it, even. She couldn't have just stayed quiet, could she?