when i think about the time when i had a jeep, i'd imagine that my biggest regret would be never using my luggage rack.
how could have i been so wasteful?
at any rate, the blue door was a success.
poet number two failed to show, so therefore the show belonged to me.
i think it well.
people told me that i kicked ass.
the rest of the evening was incredible.
the painters
the music
the attractive females
all at the top of their game.
in fact, one conversation with a female turned out rather interesting.
she was a poet
as was i
just moved here from dallas, only been here a week.
same with me.
her parents were missionaries.
my folks are pastors.
it was a little weird for me.
she kept talking all about how God is just bringing people into her life, and how all of her new relationships are just clicking together.
which made me scared that ours was one of those relationships that are clicking together.
because, like most men, i am least attracted to that which is most accesible.
regardless, today there will be no relationships whatsoever.
i have deemed today anti-social day.
the name is pretty self explanatory.
dont talk to me until tomorrow.
10:06 a.m. - 2004-03-13
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