baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Topekoms I've spent way too much time online, and at the guitar center today. And my hands smell like doggo. And I'm in dire need of a shower and a nice, deep hit. And both of those are well within reach. Thank you god for these nothing days-when each minute decides where to go without the burden of obligation. ____________________________ It's odd when I visit some of the diaries on my links page. Some of the writers haven't posted in months. And some have stopped writing all together. Very odd.
_____________________________ Oh. And The One that Could Have Been My Downfall is moving to San Francisco. And I'm sad and glad all at once. I know why I'm glad. That's easy. But the reasons for my sadness are a bit more complicated. If The One only knew how little of a push would have been needed. _____________________________ I feel silly writing in this diary. Wouldn't it be better to talk to someone instead of writing in an online diary? I feel as if my musings here have undervalued the potential of interaction. Whateva. I need to tend to some bridges before they fall apart. And those bridges weren't built here. _____________________________ I miss my girl. She's been gone all day. _____________________________ Does weary mean wiser? _____________________________ I'm off to the sunset. The view is better from underneath my mulberry. 5:58 p.m. - 2002-08-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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