when the world ends I'll probably be at this desk
seeing you online and knowing that i'm going to have to start the conversation if the conversation is to be had drives me crazy. it wasn't always like this. i don't know what happened in the last 2 weeks to cut off all communication, but it sucks. i realize you didn't seem happy with the way things were going, but which way DID you see them going? tired of analyzing. you think we need some time apart, great. just not forever, ok? also: i've been thinking more about a recent conversation...about why we are attracted to who we are attracted to...i've decided it's all bullshit. every single theory. pheromones just can't be that powerful. intelligence isn't really all that sexy. even sexiness does not always cause the other person to act, but it's your best bet. my dream last night consisted of getting locked out of my house by makayla (for stealing her clothes), seeing David everywhere, and trying to find jon in a spanish market with a lot of whirling dirvishes.