Dear B. Log,
I think I'm finally getting sleepy... Starbucks engorges copius amounts of caffine in thier java... or so I heard. At least I was able to play soccer barefoot on the beach today, was almost as good as dressing up like pirates and going to the beach this morning just to cheer up my friend. For some reason I always have a pirate hat, eye patch and soccer ball in my car. I think they are completely nessesary... like jumper cables. Despite being non-cunductive I know I use these items much more frequently. Which is good, if it was the other way around I'd have to replace my battery :s
Last night I felt pretty slimy... in an ethical type of sense... I felt I broke some sort of code between friends. The problem is that in one way or another one will always want which they can't have. All parties involved suffer from this same infliction; in which either self defeats their character, torments them behind unrequited love, and may perhaps simply turn them on...just because it might be wrong.
Though, truly I did not act completely unscrupulouly as I did lustful. Maybe things are better this way. When something forces you to examine yourself and your relationships, these things never stay static... sometimes the catalyst is just a little more painful then you'd originally hoped. Then again, she did admit her masochism.
I think I'm finally getting sleepy... Starbucks engorges copius amounts of caffine in thier java... or so I heard. At least I was able to play soccer barefoot on the beach today, was almost as good as dressing up like pirates and going to the beach this morning just to cheer up my friend. For some reason I always have a pirate hat, eye patch and soccer ball in my car. I think they are completely nessesary... like jumper cables. Despite being non-cunductive I know I use these items much more frequently. Which is good, if it was the other way around I'd have to replace my battery :s
Last night I felt pretty slimy... in an ethical type of sense... I felt I broke some sort of code between friends. The problem is that in one way or another one will always want which they can't have. All parties involved suffer from this same infliction; in which either self defeats their character, torments them behind unrequited love, and may perhaps simply turn them on...just because it might be wrong.
Though, truly I did not act completely unscrupulouly as I did lustful. Maybe things are better this way. When something forces you to examine yourself and your relationships, these things never stay static... sometimes the catalyst is just a little more painful then you'd originally hoped. Then again, she did admit her masochism.
cottser:
Hey, nice running into you at Gala. Shoulda joined us on the dance floor