I saw Petko in the Library, our chat went well.
Lovers,
Today I am all by myself. I have to be though. Tostitos and Coffee have fused to become a paste-like fuel that courses through my system that helps me operate at a marginally acceptable efficiency. Other. Small talk with the librarian lady went well. After a good talk with Peter Ive learned that perhaps I am not as socially awkward as I had earlier imagined. Note to Peter: I thought we were supposed to act like a bunch of fucking professionals. And so on. Am I a good boyfriend or a bad boyfriend? I cant tell anymore. Vote now. Im sure sooner or later Ill be informed that I am not a boyfriend at all. Wait. Too much time spent by myself makes me think in circles. Bad. Unavoidable. I feel like a Johnny Cash song today this is good and bad. Kind of a mellowdrama on tranquilizer pills on ice kind of feeling. Break out the winter coats and the summer nostalgia. Someone call for backup, no make that call the police, no make that stop calling, no actually make that call and then hangup. I think were all in dire need of exciting butterflys in our stomach (minus Vince) and a good cry (in any particular order). Call it something in the air. And so forth. I am in need of a profound moment. I have a sinking feeling that im the only one that can provide it, however, should you have something want to share with my simply click on the post message link on your monitor and let fly. This is the end of my entry.
Today I am all by myself. I have to be though. Tostitos and Coffee have fused to become a paste-like fuel that courses through my system that helps me operate at a marginally acceptable efficiency. Other. Small talk with the librarian lady went well. After a good talk with Peter Ive learned that perhaps I am not as socially awkward as I had earlier imagined. Note to Peter: I thought we were supposed to act like a bunch of fucking professionals. And so on. Am I a good boyfriend or a bad boyfriend? I cant tell anymore. Vote now. Im sure sooner or later Ill be informed that I am not a boyfriend at all. Wait. Too much time spent by myself makes me think in circles. Bad. Unavoidable. I feel like a Johnny Cash song today this is good and bad. Kind of a mellowdrama on tranquilizer pills on ice kind of feeling. Break out the winter coats and the summer nostalgia. Someone call for backup, no make that call the police, no make that stop calling, no actually make that call and then hangup. I think were all in dire need of exciting butterflys in our stomach (minus Vince) and a good cry (in any particular order). Call it something in the air. And so forth. I am in need of a profound moment. I have a sinking feeling that im the only one that can provide it, however, should you have something want to share with my simply click on the post message link on your monitor and let fly. This is the end of my entry.