Sure it's long, but it's not all crazy rambling. Some of it is though.
Sometimes you really bother the crap out of me and I want to hang up the phone and throw it across the room. What right do you have to tell me what I can or cannot do to one of my paintings, regardless of the fact that I am giving it to you. Maybe, now, I don't even want you to have it. You could be the person I miss the most when I leave, or you could be the person that I miss all the time now anyway since I never see you. Just as the pattern repeats of you enticing me, so that pattern also repeats that you disappear into a sea of other people. Did you once not say to a little red-headed girl, "I need time for me and time for my family and time for my friends, he just takes too much time." I guess I don't know for sure that you did, but if you did, I have some things I would like to say to you.
I really hope that Friday does not turn out to be a bust. Too many times I told Peter that we would go to the Oxymorons and we never did. I'm sorry. Peter, John, Hannah, make me take you, make this happen. It is after 9 Hannah if that was stopping you.
There is something to be said about romanticism and hope, though I'm sure what John would say about it is different than what I would say, I think we could find some common ground. There is something to be said about wanting to sleep in pajamas, and make your bed, and take a girl to get a malt or milkshake, and wearing dress shirts and ties at all times. There is something to be said about trying to sound profound. Maybe sometimes there is nothing to say but I'm sorry even when you aren't and that's not what anyone wants to hear anyway.
Katy, I had something I was going to write on here that was going to be directed at you that I thought of today but now I cannot remember what it was. Maybe I will remember it eventually. I don't know when we'll go driving but it will happen.
My mom, my sister, and I apparently all suffer from similar paranoia. Our imaginations run wild, not about monsters and ghost, but about people trying to break in and kill us. Thus I often find myself, when spending a night somewhere by myself, swearing that I saw a shadow move behind me. Then, as I was a moment ago, and was thus inspired to write this, I found myself patrolling our apartment, muscles tightened up, and my sister's large silver letter opener in hand. Had I found someone I don't know what I would have done, but sometimes when I tense up like that I think if I ever did find someone they would get stabbed a number of times, so hopefully if it ever does happen it will be someone with ill intentions and not my sister coming home late or something.
I really hope that Friday does not turn out to be a bust. Too many times I told Peter that we would go to the Oxymorons and we never did. I'm sorry. Peter, John, Hannah, make me take you, make this happen. It is after 9 Hannah if that was stopping you.
There is something to be said about romanticism and hope, though I'm sure what John would say about it is different than what I would say, I think we could find some common ground. There is something to be said about wanting to sleep in pajamas, and make your bed, and take a girl to get a malt or milkshake, and wearing dress shirts and ties at all times. There is something to be said about trying to sound profound. Maybe sometimes there is nothing to say but I'm sorry even when you aren't and that's not what anyone wants to hear anyway.
Katy, I had something I was going to write on here that was going to be directed at you that I thought of today but now I cannot remember what it was. Maybe I will remember it eventually. I don't know when we'll go driving but it will happen.
My mom, my sister, and I apparently all suffer from similar paranoia. Our imaginations run wild, not about monsters and ghost, but about people trying to break in and kill us. Thus I often find myself, when spending a night somewhere by myself, swearing that I saw a shadow move behind me. Then, as I was a moment ago, and was thus inspired to write this, I found myself patrolling our apartment, muscles tightened up, and my sister's large silver letter opener in hand. Had I found someone I don't know what I would have done, but sometimes when I tense up like that I think if I ever did find someone they would get stabbed a number of times, so hopefully if it ever does happen it will be someone with ill intentions and not my sister coming home late or something.