What a super lame entry.
Tigré, that's my cat, is mewing. If I had to guess, I would say that her mew is asking for my attention. But perhaps it is commanding me to get my ass outside, make something of my life, and stop worrying about the things that are out of my hands. As it stands right now, my ass is inside and I am looking at this computer screen, trying to make sense of my life and growing tiny little gray hairs thinking about things that are outside the scope of my control.
It isn't the greatest day outside. Intermittent showers and a bit chilly. Tigré is simply sitting now. No more mewing. I think she just likes to be around people. I go back and forth about being with people. The people I want to be with the most are always the furthest from reach.
Why do you suppose that is?
I mean, do I choose these people knowing that it is going to be a struggle just to get a hold of them. Deep down inside perhaps I am looking to be disapointed. I become bored with those who are constantly available.
Part of the luster of those who are unavailable is that I get to fill in the gaps of what I don't know about them with whatever my mind can produce.
My phone is ringing. I love caller ID.
But I was saying...
Am I kidding anybody here? Of course I am talking about a girl. Whoop-dee-friggin-doo! You cracked the code. Give yourselves a big pat on the back.
Phone is ringing again. Again... I love caller ID. I will answer this one.
Looks like this entry is going to be cut short. I am going to set myself free from this desk. Hoorah!
It isn't the greatest day outside. Intermittent showers and a bit chilly. Tigré is simply sitting now. No more mewing. I think she just likes to be around people. I go back and forth about being with people. The people I want to be with the most are always the furthest from reach.
Why do you suppose that is?
I mean, do I choose these people knowing that it is going to be a struggle just to get a hold of them. Deep down inside perhaps I am looking to be disapointed. I become bored with those who are constantly available.
Part of the luster of those who are unavailable is that I get to fill in the gaps of what I don't know about them with whatever my mind can produce.
My phone is ringing. I love caller ID.
But I was saying...
Am I kidding anybody here? Of course I am talking about a girl. Whoop-dee-friggin-doo! You cracked the code. Give yourselves a big pat on the back.
Phone is ringing again. Again... I love caller ID. I will answer this one.
Looks like this entry is going to be cut short. I am going to set myself free from this desk. Hoorah!