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Today while I was in the car with Lily, a white pick up passed us while we were waiting at one of the stoplights near my house, and I could have sworn that her father was in it. I nearly jumped and was about to point it out to her, but the caught myself because that would just be ridiculous. Her Dad would not be in that car no matter how much I would will that one.
The other slight scare...though it wasn't really a scare...was when we went to see Capote. We'd been at The Beat, then from there went to the Tower Theatre. And the last time I had seen him we had gone to The Beat, then from there to the Tower Records across the theatre. Albeit, we went a different way...completely...but still the same two places.
I kept finding all these bands with something Jesus-related in the title, and then at Tower found a Jesus action figure, along with a Moses one. I got my one Devo CD that day and the guy at the check out counter was complimenting my taste and telling me about how he thought that their first CD was the best (I was purchasing their second)), and Lily's Dad got the Blue Oyster Cult CD that Lily and I listen to in the truck now. He blasted the first song, Don't Fear the Reaper, on the way to the Emigh hardware store after asking if it was okay if we stopped there before dropping me off at home.
I think we stopped for gas at some point and he told us this joke about a football player and an apartment building on fire.
Hm...anyways...I need to stop scaring myself and to stop being so grumpy and uneasy.
I just want to cry and am returnin tro that familiar feeling of not wanting to exist, or to just disappear and not think for awhile.
Turn off that good ol' brain.
Aye.
The other slight scare...though it wasn't really a scare...was when we went to see Capote. We'd been at The Beat, then from there went to the Tower Theatre. And the last time I had seen him we had gone to The Beat, then from there to the Tower Records across the theatre. Albeit, we went a different way...completely...but still the same two places.
I kept finding all these bands with something Jesus-related in the title, and then at Tower found a Jesus action figure, along with a Moses one. I got my one Devo CD that day and the guy at the check out counter was complimenting my taste and telling me about how he thought that their first CD was the best (I was purchasing their second)), and Lily's Dad got the Blue Oyster Cult CD that Lily and I listen to in the truck now. He blasted the first song, Don't Fear the Reaper, on the way to the Emigh hardware store after asking if it was okay if we stopped there before dropping me off at home.
I think we stopped for gas at some point and he told us this joke about a football player and an apartment building on fire.
Hm...anyways...I need to stop scaring myself and to stop being so grumpy and uneasy.
I just want to cry and am returnin tro that familiar feeling of not wanting to exist, or to just disappear and not think for awhile.
Turn off that good ol' brain.
Aye.