a lengthy legal precident

these closed door lunch hour chats are drying me out. every couple work days, she calls me to chat out a few long things she's been thinking about, a few mysteries she's pondering or (she says) just to hear my voice. all i'm thinking about is how much middle/middle sitters at the cinema irritate me. i'm tired of walks around the courtyard and playing chipper for moodswing women.

but here i am, liking things better someways than others, making the most of some things (the least of others) and telling anyone who is loud enough to not hear me that i am bored. but maybe, when you count out the coins of my life just now, i'm not bored, just interested in change.

2004-06-21 | 3:10 p.m.
0 comments so far