Smoking and star gazing
Many moons passed between my last entry and this one. I want to first thank everyone who provided their input. I will check out what I can, how I can. I would like to add, though, that I made a discovery on my own:
I'm starting to smoke in the backyard when I come home from work, late at night. Usually I reflect on the day, staring at the sky, the highway. A vast field with a distant tree line provides the right amount of darkness for sky gazing. It's so therapeutic. And I wonder what crazy adventure tophead4 is embarking on. I think of pitthappens, and occasionally the thought of him makes me laugh. I'm never lonely there, only alone, blissfully alone. I think I'm around people too much, worried about pleasing them (I'm a waiter. Their generosity is my paycheck).
Oh, and I think if I met bitchbewise I'd probably like her. You know, not love, not infatuation, but that casual desire to have someone. Uh, take that however you want, bitchbewise , and sorry if that offends you or whatever.
I'd respond to my friend’s journals, but I barely have time to write down my own thoughts. For those of you who don't know, I don't own a computer, so the only time I respond is when I visit a library. During school I use the university one, but during the summer it's pretty much the public library, which I hate because of the noise. All the noisy children distract me from the reason I visited the library in the first place. ANYWAY, I'll get to them, but in the meantime, I have a friend to help.
I love all of you.
James
PS What the hell was that last thing I wrote? I'll leave it because it feels right, but I admit it's pretty stupid. Salutations.