For that sharp dressed boy with the black brim hat....
You read my journal, and you're not running for the hills yet? I'm intrigued. Actually, I'm impressed.
Why am I impressed you ask? As you may have noticed, I'm not that chipper happy bouncy 20something you meant that night at the club, all the time. I wish I were, but I'd be lying if I said I always was. I assure you, however, when I am happy, that is what I look like. You didn't meet a lie... rather, you meant a really great part of me...
Then you read my journal... and found that things aren't always what they appear to be. I'm not quite so happy 24/7, and I do take a rather serious outlook on things in my life, the majority of the time. I am very emotional, and speak passionately about things that give my life meaning. It's just who I am. Don't be fooled though... I love to laugh. I love to be happy and silly. I do love music, and I certain do love to dance... With you again, would be even more delightful.
So, if you do read this anytime soon, and you haven't taken offense that I have not yet called...
(I believe you might understand why I would not call. Why would I want to share my poor company with someone who did a wonderful job of making me happy? This past week has been a very poor week for me, mentally, physically, for my health, and I most certainly would not make for the pleasant company I might have been last Friday nyte. I hope you can forgive me for that.)
I will in time, soon, be more up to par with my traditional standards of emotions... ie; my mood won't be so abrasive... and that is when you will hear you cell phone ring, and I'll be at the other end waiting for you to answer. I find your patience with me very appealing... and the fact that you still call me.... even more curious. I love curiousity, don't you?
... Ms. EriN Elaine xxii ...