Jun 18, 2004 02:01
roar.
ben folds playing, prayer beads 'round my neck, futons packed. i am readyready to go to my first meditation retreat. my dad said something about guided meditation, exciting to me but he didn't seem too thrilled about it. He's bummed that there's no walking medition butbutbut if I enjoy myself we can go to a longer one.
Her name is Arielle and I am staying up late tonight waiting for her to sign back on. She likes poetry, camping, and tunnels. I spent the majority of my afternoon either with her or thinking about her.
Andsheisonline!
and i have to pack.