What are you doing?
Travelling. And getting into trouble. It is the usual.
I have been to so many cities. It is kind of like the grand tour of North America I did...well, just last summer was it, but this time my intention was not to get laid but to say goodbye.
And I have. Phoenix, a nice talk with Brad Larsen. Pittsburgh and it's own memories. Ottawa for a variety of reasons. Maryland, for...
For. Well. A friend. And most assuredly the oddest stop on this little tour of mine, being that I generally do not stop for women, but I did make an exception.
I carry regrets about the city, but would not wish to blame Ashlei for anything. Blame me. Peter, anyway, already has.
We are apart. Of course I cannot say for final since we always do seem to be getting back together, or so how the story goes ever since we were 16. But maybe this time...maybe. I hope not. The man cuts off contact between him and his exes - look at Sergei, look at Joe. Add my name to the list. It feels like someone is taking an axe to me and chopping down, fracturing things inside the way firewood breaks apart.
But I will be okay.
Soon I go back to Leksand, surgery, the knife. I will visit Children's Hospital while I am there, most definitely, and that will - well, not cheer me up, but make me feel a little more human than I am. Then surgery. And a long wait until December.
Sorry I am not watching the World Cup but good luck to all those in.
Oh, and yes, a paid account now. Thank you, Ash.
[Another OOC! Well, being that it is August and I am of the university persuasion, it is once again time to move into el dorm-o. I unfortunately forgot to register my address with the school, and can't do it now since my computer has been packed. It'll be 3 days, maybe a little longer, until I can get on again. Ah well.]
I have been to so many cities. It is kind of like the grand tour of North America I did...well, just last summer was it, but this time my intention was not to get laid but to say goodbye.
And I have. Phoenix, a nice talk with Brad Larsen. Pittsburgh and it's own memories. Ottawa for a variety of reasons. Maryland, for...
For. Well. A friend. And most assuredly the oddest stop on this little tour of mine, being that I generally do not stop for women, but I did make an exception.
I carry regrets about the city, but would not wish to blame Ashlei for anything. Blame me. Peter, anyway, already has.
We are apart. Of course I cannot say for final since we always do seem to be getting back together, or so how the story goes ever since we were 16. But maybe this time...maybe. I hope not. The man cuts off contact between him and his exes - look at Sergei, look at Joe. Add my name to the list. It feels like someone is taking an axe to me and chopping down, fracturing things inside the way firewood breaks apart.
But I will be okay.
Soon I go back to Leksand, surgery, the knife. I will visit Children's Hospital while I am there, most definitely, and that will - well, not cheer me up, but make me feel a little more human than I am. Then surgery. And a long wait until December.
Sorry I am not watching the World Cup but good luck to all those in.
Oh, and yes, a paid account now. Thank you, Ash.
[Another OOC! Well, being that it is August and I am of the university persuasion, it is once again time to move into el dorm-o. I unfortunately forgot to register my address with the school, and can't do it now since my computer has been packed. It'll be 3 days, maybe a little longer, until I can get on again. Ah well.]