i like walking and talking with my arms behind my back. especially in a place like the library or an office building. i love how important it makes me look. or at least feel.
i admire zak green. his struggles are beautiful. like a ballet about jacob wrestling the angel.
yeah, i dont know what i meant by that either.
i think that the word secret is my favorite of all adjectives.
it makes any word sound adventurous.
try it, you'll see.
secret sock.
secret bathroom.
secret recipe.
secret plans.
secret toothbrush....
see?
speaking of secrets, i have a secret girlfriend.
we work together in a place where inter-employee dating is strictly taboo.
after some time of being attracted to each other we decided to be rebels.
secrets.
i thought it would be a lot of fun. i would leave her little notes as she worked and say double entendres and make hints at things and nobody would understand but us.
instead, i find myself being quite frustrated. given that i am a bit of a hopeless romantic and that she is, well, she is wonderful, i find it hard to keep things, well, secret.
sigh.
this, i am sure, will be continued. but for now lets fake russian accents and walk around in unusual hats.
1:23 p.m. - 2005-10-18
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