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I work at a rock climbing wall.
I even have special rock climbing shoes. They hurt my feet. I guess they are supposed to, though.
Logan is visiting right now. Pretty much awesome. I am quite honored.
In other news, it appears that I basically fail at communication with others, as well as with myself. I harbor a depth of respect and loyalty for the people I love, and they certainly do not comprehend it, much less understand it. I don't know how to share those things, how to burn down the walls that allow me to keep assuming. Does anyone know how to be honest, how to be fair? Can you teach me? How do you tell someone the whole truth? Are there even words? Because I am too obsessive about words to merely settle. Which leaves my attempts at communication sounding hollow and forced, full of contradictions and too many words. I guess.
Oh. And. Uh. Kyle and I have decided Captain Jack might be the spawn of Satan. He is a quite unassuming, even odd little dog, but we fear he will still be alive in 30 years, unchanged, unaltered. Just watching, staring. Waiting for his moment.
My throat hurts. I'm going to drink some water and go to sleep. Hooray!
I even have special rock climbing shoes. They hurt my feet. I guess they are supposed to, though.
Logan is visiting right now. Pretty much awesome. I am quite honored.
In other news, it appears that I basically fail at communication with others, as well as with myself. I harbor a depth of respect and loyalty for the people I love, and they certainly do not comprehend it, much less understand it. I don't know how to share those things, how to burn down the walls that allow me to keep assuming. Does anyone know how to be honest, how to be fair? Can you teach me? How do you tell someone the whole truth? Are there even words? Because I am too obsessive about words to merely settle. Which leaves my attempts at communication sounding hollow and forced, full of contradictions and too many words. I guess.
Oh. And. Uh. Kyle and I have decided Captain Jack might be the spawn of Satan. He is a quite unassuming, even odd little dog, but we fear he will still be alive in 30 years, unchanged, unaltered. Just watching, staring. Waiting for his moment.
My throat hurts. I'm going to drink some water and go to sleep. Hooray!