..composing a daily email to Haley whom is out of state at the moment. I wish I had someone like that. Not necesarilly someone out of state, but someone I could write to, someone that cared about what I did today however mundane. And she would send me a reply with what she did during the day. However mundane, it would be exciting to me. I would look forward to it. Or perhaps she would ask me questions about things that I did that she generally has no interest in but wants to hear/read me describe. And I would go on and on about things she has no clue about and she would dote upon my every word, asking questions until she got her fill. And then I would reverse the roles and ask questions about what she wrote, about her day. And she would tell me. And I would hang on to her every syllable, entranced.
It would be delightful.
Did I really just write that?
Am I really going to push the publish button?
13:49 on July 22nd, 2008
I think you did push the publish button–though the writing part could really go either way…
18:26 on July 22nd, 2008
You have the guts to post what most guys (or at most me *rimshot*) are thinking
03:23 on July 23rd, 2008
The writing part could go either way? I had like five.. maybe eight sips of that scotch. I felt nothing from it. That was me that wrote it.
Yeah, but I don’t have the guts to act on anything. Many a precedent for this.
08:19 on July 23rd, 2008
Naw, I just meant that there is always the offhand chance of copypasta.