Lunatic Fringe

Is this what I wanted? To be alone, scrawling frantic thoughts onto the darkness? Doesn't matter now, wouldn't have mattered no matter what. These were choices made in different times, the present is merely a consequence of the past. But they're all right, and it's alright, about how you won. If I had a choice I'd have wanted it this way anyhow, or at least I like to believe. In way it's true too, the first time you say I love you, the first time you really mean the words, "I love you." Well, that's it really, every moment from there on out are your great expectations of what love should be, no matter how hard we fall, or how easy you fly away, it all goes from there. You see, everything, for everyone, no matter who you are, is new at least once, some things are new a million times over, this is certainly true for the lucky ones, who never lose that "holy curiosity." And that just might be me, but I'm not really sure, I kind of always...

Tired of the sunset. I can't stop listening to Boston, by Augustana. Fantastic song. And currently one of the myriad of books I'm plowing through is Killing Yourself to Live , I hate Chuck Klosterman, he steals all of my thoughts somehow and writes them down with much better syntax than I. Which in actuality makes him awesome. I was in Seattle this past week, I am decidedly neutral about Seattle, and for that I blame Seattle. There's some sort of impasse between the region and myself, supposedly it's beautiful, I can't say I disagree, though I can't say I myself found it to be a beautiful place. The feeling is like early November, the clouds seem real heavy, like a storm is near, but nothing really happens; two days of that is more than enough for a mindset like mine. But I'll digress for a moment, in the interest of sounding interesting, and relate the events of Thursday evening as I found them to be, well, interesting, for lack of a more interesting turn o...

I'm in Seattle. There are a good amount of solid looking broads. They hide their restaurants cleverly, it gets dark out later here...They put peppers and carrots on my fettucinni alfredo, I did not like that. Also I realized I like when two girls dance with each other, in a fun-having fashion, it's a little party in my mind, that I invited myself to. And that's a good gift, one you give to yourself. I am rather jet-lagged right now, so are you, aren't you?