maybe when the room gets empty
i'm lonely.
significantly lonely, in fact. it's not so much that i want company as i want... to be satified. which for some deeply profound reason of which i am not aware, i am not.
i have not been sleeping lately. this is bizarre because typically i am the queen of sleep. but since japan i have caught about three to five hours a night, on par. this morning i woke up at two fifteen in the morning, read the unitarian magazine, took a bath, and then started walking down my street. i just kept walking and ended up downtown. and then my legs itched like nobody's business and i was deeply uncomfortable.
i also got a blister the size of kentucky. i used to find blisters hysterical and i would pretend to make love to them. god, i was a cool kid.
ben and i saw jim thorson working at a gas station this evening. it was awkward because we were never really friends; i just kind of admired him from afar, and it just happened to be common knowledge that we were both close to joe sackett [but for god's sake, who isn't?]. also, he's working at a gas station. the poor guy. a GAS station. [sigh.]
i finally saw farenheit 9-11. which i thought was good. not bad, as trevor thought it was [???], and not mind-blowingly glorious as ian thought it was, but good. "A" quality, good. i mean, michael moore is just spurting out liberal propaganda. but, as ben pointed out, "it's about TIME the liberals got some propaganda on their side." yeah, that's true. and the movie catered to my exact opinions, which is what i, as a moviegoer, was hoping for. and of course i was an emotional basketcase for the second half. it was pretty tough for we pacifists to take.
speaking of ian, he's been strange lately. he leaves me phone messages that seem to imply that i am avoiding him. ian: i'm not avoiding you. i am telling all of livejournal land that i am not avoiding you. i miss you! and i'm coming to see you tomorrow night.
speaking of ians [plural], i found the love of my life online, ian rick, a 21-year-old from seattle or brooklyn. username: ofcoven. ian 1 [pope] says he whines too much, but ben [also 1; stevens] says that he is well-dressed. there you have it. the love of my life.
still lonely and not tired.
oh well.
significantly lonely, in fact. it's not so much that i want company as i want... to be satified. which for some deeply profound reason of which i am not aware, i am not.
i have not been sleeping lately. this is bizarre because typically i am the queen of sleep. but since japan i have caught about three to five hours a night, on par. this morning i woke up at two fifteen in the morning, read the unitarian magazine, took a bath, and then started walking down my street. i just kept walking and ended up downtown. and then my legs itched like nobody's business and i was deeply uncomfortable.
i also got a blister the size of kentucky. i used to find blisters hysterical and i would pretend to make love to them. god, i was a cool kid.
ben and i saw jim thorson working at a gas station this evening. it was awkward because we were never really friends; i just kind of admired him from afar, and it just happened to be common knowledge that we were both close to joe sackett [but for god's sake, who isn't?]. also, he's working at a gas station. the poor guy. a GAS station. [sigh.]
i finally saw farenheit 9-11. which i thought was good. not bad, as trevor thought it was [???], and not mind-blowingly glorious as ian thought it was, but good. "A" quality, good. i mean, michael moore is just spurting out liberal propaganda. but, as ben pointed out, "it's about TIME the liberals got some propaganda on their side." yeah, that's true. and the movie catered to my exact opinions, which is what i, as a moviegoer, was hoping for. and of course i was an emotional basketcase for the second half. it was pretty tough for we pacifists to take.
speaking of ian, he's been strange lately. he leaves me phone messages that seem to imply that i am avoiding him. ian: i'm not avoiding you. i am telling all of livejournal land that i am not avoiding you. i miss you! and i'm coming to see you tomorrow night.
speaking of ians [plural], i found the love of my life online, ian rick, a 21-year-old from seattle or brooklyn. username: ofcoven. ian 1 [pope] says he whines too much, but ben [also 1; stevens] says that he is well-dressed. there you have it. the love of my life.
still lonely and not tired.
oh well.