Hey.. glad I stopped by here and read your story. I love your stories. I want to be just like Izze when I grow up... but not if it means I have to have a daughter like Doc's mom... except if I can be assured a Doc and Boy to make everything cool in the following generation.
I love playing highway games with my fellows on the road... once 2 novembers ago me and Gadget were racing with this guy coming home from VT, and we had a bunnyrabbit in the car (Jessica Rabbit) and we held her up for him, and he tried to get our number but we drove away. People you meet like that belong to the moment... I wouldn't want to ruin the moment and meet him in person. What if he's no fun at all outside his car? Well, I think if he really were interesting, we would be able to tell. OK... I'm rambling. Home on a Saturday night. I think I'll post a journal. Hmmm.... journal of what, I wonder?
you know the whole point is to be in philly for the game... this is like a super major event here. the eagles haven't been in the superbowl ever ever before... at least not in my lifetime... i think. philly sports fans like to tip over cars and stuff though... and that's when they win. i wanna be here for the spectacle.
I just read your last several journals, including the florida trip, the crazy prep with the portfolio and Doc's visit to her cousin's. Wow, lots of stuff going on in your life. I can relate to your wondering about school. It's a tissue thin barrier between me and quitting my job at the moment. I almost walked out yesterday. I've been considering going back for a science degree, or possibly taking a refresher writing course and trying to do the freelance thing. Crazy I know.
I think you should go for architecture, especially since you wanted to do it awhile back. Life's too short not to follow up on these things.
As to Doc and children, I've been having the same considerations myself over the past few years. I'm finally settled into not-reproducing mode.
It's strange I was thinking about you guys yesterday, and how I'd been neglecting you, and then you post that lonesome little "hi." Get outta my head, I tell you. I've been really slack on here of late because I've been playing that videogame compulsively.
Well, I gotta go work out. I've gained a lot of weight I can't really afford to have on me. I'm not exercising for cosmo beauty reasons; I'm exercising to prevent myself from having a heart attack.
I think people go to motels to do things they wouldn't at home. There is anonymity there. Could be role-playing, could be a forbidden relationship.
I was conceived in a motel room.
I don't go to motels to have sex. I don't think I've ever had sex in a motel or hotel... It would make me uncomfortable. Not that I have much sex anyway. I suppose I would have sex in a motel or hotel if that were not the express purpose of being in that place.
Last Friday morning at 7:30am I was asleep in Mark's bed. The night before was Poker night and I won all of everyone's chips by 3:00am, and I was quite tired. I left the game and went to sleep in Mark's room. I woke up several times that morning, but didn't actually get up until near ten o clock. I was in a good, confident mood, though. Perhaps that was partly your vibes coming to me. Mostly, I think it was the good feeling that comes from sleeping next to someone you love.
Oh, come on... you have no room to talk. You with the happy lovey shit and all.
I just get worried sometimes that perhaps I'm not capable of maintaining a real relationship. I'd like to have someone there for me. Doesn't everyone want that? Sorry, just Goob bitching.
Due to circumstances beyond our control it appears upheaval will be take a front and centre role in our lives. Were off to a flick so more on this later
Happy V-day! I updated my journal btw- the other one was dumb.