twister

shanno came over this evening. well actually.... first i went to the house famous for dinner. shannon and i had plans to go the grass creek park, but it started to get dark, so we decided to come to my house and watch sex and the city. i left my car there and we took a long walk thru the ghetto back to the maxi pad. we passed hordes of engineering students dyed purple with mohawks. they frightened us even though we know they're harmless. i think it was just the sheer volume of them that made us uncomfortable, we passed at least 100, probably more. the funny thing about it to me is that they're just 18 year old kids, i'm 10 years older than them and yet i was intimidated by them. the thing that annoyed me about them is that they don't have the common courtesy to clear the slidewalk and give the right of way to a pair of young women. i like how taking shanno around the block results in her being disoriented, it's fun. it means she's very easy to entertain.

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sometimes i don't get it, sometimes i do.
sometimes i know it, sometimes i don't.
sometimes i see it in full, sometimes i see it in part.
sometimes i love it, sometimes i don't.
sometimes i go, sometimes i stay.
sometimes it hurts, sometimes it soothes.
sometimes i regret, sometimes i embrace.
sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's hard.
sometimes it frustrates, sometimes it delights.
sometimes i laugh, sometimes i can't.
sometimes i fight, sometimes i quit.
sometimes i lose stuff, sometimes i find stuff.
sometimes i'm articulate, sometimes i choke.
sometimes i remember, sometimes i forget.
sometimes i hear, sometimes i don't listen.

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i re-met a gentleman this evening who said he remembered me because of the scar on my face. interesting. either no one else notices it, or everyone else politely ignores it. i like my scar, so there's no need to ignore it. i wonder how noticeable it is to people, i'm so used to it that i don't even notice it. it's just part of my face.

i kind of love that even after all these years, you occasionally do something that reveals that you still don't quite understand me. even though it's annoying, it's also reassuring that i'm more complex than that.

you breathe that way,
because you want me to stay up,