faded from the winters
i'm sick of being bitter and negative and mean to everyone. the only time i've felt really good about things since i returned from new york was the time i spent in ithaca, d.c., jersey, springfield, connecticut, cortland, and georgia.
and that time when steven came to visit me. and during a whole bunch of phone calls. and lying on the beach at whipple dam. and going out to lunch with kathryn. and driving around in the pick-up truck. and wandering around in the woods...
ok, i feel pretty awesome most of the time. but my point, my point was that i don't like sitting around my house because after a while i become convinced that someone, we won't name any names, is going to break into the house and attempt to rape and/or dismember me with an axe. i say attempt because even in my paranoid delusions he never succeeds, because i keep two kinds of mace on my nightstand. but this thinking isn't healthy.
therefore, i am going to spend the rest of the week in a victorian cottage on a secluded island in an undisclosed location, accessible only by rowboat, without a telephone. and all i'm going to do is fish for perch, read trash, and row from sun-up to sundown.
see you all tuesday. you'll recognize me by my impressive tan, my bulging biceps, and the serene expression on my face.
and that time when steven came to visit me. and during a whole bunch of phone calls. and lying on the beach at whipple dam. and going out to lunch with kathryn. and driving around in the pick-up truck. and wandering around in the woods...
ok, i feel pretty awesome most of the time. but my point, my point was that i don't like sitting around my house because after a while i become convinced that someone, we won't name any names, is going to break into the house and attempt to rape and/or dismember me with an axe. i say attempt because even in my paranoid delusions he never succeeds, because i keep two kinds of mace on my nightstand. but this thinking isn't healthy.
therefore, i am going to spend the rest of the week in a victorian cottage on a secluded island in an undisclosed location, accessible only by rowboat, without a telephone. and all i'm going to do is fish for perch, read trash, and row from sun-up to sundown.
see you all tuesday. you'll recognize me by my impressive tan, my bulging biceps, and the serene expression on my face.