easing

shanno and i had a meeting of the minds at the goat last night. i drank a massive hot chocolate while she sipped a tiny spiked cappuccino.

sometimes when chatting with a friend there's both nothing and everything to talk about. i rambled on to shanno about this problem i've been having with my face lately. she politely listened and giggled at me when i told her that the problem i've been having is that i don't much like my face lately. i wanted to talk to her about this problem but was greatly distracted by the girl sitting at the table behind my pal. a dirty-blond was peering over her shannon's shoulder and listening to everything i was saying. it was very distracting, and in spite of the fact that i stopped what i was saying (waiting for her to look away), then started to giggle while she continued to stare, she persisted in doing it for the remainder of the evening. on a number of occassions we had to lower our voices and huddle in the middle of the table for more private topics. how very odd. i'm sure i've done my fair share of eavesdropping in my day, but i've always tried to be more sutble than that!! i felt like she was going to join our convo at any moment.

i've been very teary lately. my grandpa used to cry at the drop of a hat. maybe that's a little bit of bobby in me. i was reading at lunch and became overwhelmed by the story. tears sprung to my eyes and a slight whimper escaped my lips. i felt a little embarrased. these walls are blue and fall short in height. so i breathed deep and skimmed the next paragraph.

i know this song with this one really killer line,
i don't remember it exactly but it slays me everytime.