Music today: The Murmurs: The Murmurs
Tuesday, Nov. 29, 2005 - 4:19 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Thank God for Children
Don't know what to say.
Thank god for children?
Egads, how easily my emotions and thus whole reaction from bodily to mentally are influenced?
Eeps, am I setting myself up for happiness or disaster?
Yes, I am resurfaced from the depths of self-pity and depressive crying and snark.
Thank god for children.
I bumped into rollerboy while bringing my doggy back from walkies around suppertime, and asked if he wanted to come over to get the roleplay games and books I found in the garbage here last week (someone had thrown out half of their apartment and all us dogwalkie people were grabbing things going 'omg, someone is throwing 'this' out?! Dang!!). Yup.
So he came over. I expected him just to stand at the door and I'd give him the boxes.
As I did that, he um, well, called his dad to say where he was.
'Dad, I'm at wenchie's. At wenchies. Wenchie. WENCHIE DAD, WENCHIE, I'm at WENCHIE's"
should i go over.
So, well, it was a little bit um, well, engaging without engaging, no eyecontact from me for the first little bit. Fortunately there was tearing of lettuce, clearing of tables, hacking and spitting of green slime on the part of rollerboy etc. Ya know. normal shit that helps to clear the air. No I didn't reply to 'how are you" but showcased my ever increasing skill to respond with 'how are YOU doing?"
He's ok, disliking his job, which used to be pretty relaxed and now becoming more corporate.
Hand on knee is good.
Some tentative sort of body language. y,all know what i mean. proximity. a look. a smile. head movements that would not be unfamiliar on a cat or a dog who likes you. A kiss. a smell.
This is not just 'stay away from me, be my friend'.
Thankyou for the dinner invite.
Much discussion of different guitar picks and how they are and are not like thumbnails in shape, texture and function.
I'll call you, or you drop by, ok??
Incredible how one invite to dinner can turn around one's mood.
Doggies is relieved.
We'll take it slow.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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