Jan 20, 2007 22:58
Wow, if I was able to write as fast as the thought appear, multiply and evolve in my head...wow! I am left with a sad feeling, hoping to capture a glimmer of what I was thinking and feeling.
It's been a night of thought-provocation. Lisa and I went to here student's wedding, and talked most of the time. Boy, I do enjoy our chats...we are similar in some very cool ways.
I am sitting in Andy's lobby, waiting for him and not even sure if he's coming home, or asleep in bed? Rocky says their meeting back here for wine...I am tired, it's late, but I need to get paid and not be such a stick in da mud.
Ya know...I often feel like a bubble-kid: passing through life, participating and all, but never feeling a part of -or particularly attached to- anything. This is good, as I am utterly fearless about my future. There are certain things that I absolutely must have...and yes, a clean carpet is one of those things. But, I don't need many of the attachments or things that give so many others a sense of purpose or meaning. I am NOT saying I am any better or worse, just different. I see how people have challenges and pain, regardless of their situation. A Jag and a face lift won't make things easier.
Though, I guess the Jag takes the bumps better.
Where the hell are Andy and Rocky?
I like school, but it's tough. I am going to be such a badass when I am done...ya'll better watch out!
But, what to do with all that badassedness? Hmmmm...
My ass hurts.
Yes, it was worth it.
I need to get back to the gym. Mainly because I measure my self-worth on how appealings I be.
Not really, I just like being in better shape (i.e. less round the middle, more up top, and not so much jiggle.