guess I was wrong again. I should be used to it by now.
jason came over and in the low lighting of my front porch over a few pbr tall cans and rolled cigarettes we somehow managed to pick up right where we left off. glancing, getting caught, smiling as we ducked our heads and looked away. luci babbled and for once I didn't mind it, free to daydream with only the bare minimum required in the way of response. I don't think either of us heard a word she said.
sometimes I feel like technology is ruining everything. all this texting and emailing and facebooking makes everything more convenient, but it also makes it incredibly easy to get the wrong impression, to lose sight of the person you're actually talking to and start thinking of them as someone completely different. words out of context leave way too much to interpretation... your own subconscious preoccupations - mostly fear, in my case - tend to color every interaction.
straying down that path for so long it was a relief to see him, flesh and blood in front of me. a relief to place the words in the context of his tone, his facial expressions, his body language... it's not so much work when you don't have to fill in the blanks yourself.
last night I had the perfect dream. jason, a keg, and a portland - denver game on tv. I wish it had been real.
tonight there's music happening at tabu, annika playing dubstep. I guess I'll go, although I can't stand that bar or anyone that works there. ah, the joys of living in a town so small you'll do something you don't really want to do just to have SOMETHING to do.
today is one of those days when I'm having trouble filling up a whole page.
blah blah blah blah blah.
the end.
jason came over and in the low lighting of my front porch over a few pbr tall cans and rolled cigarettes we somehow managed to pick up right where we left off. glancing, getting caught, smiling as we ducked our heads and looked away. luci babbled and for once I didn't mind it, free to daydream with only the bare minimum required in the way of response. I don't think either of us heard a word she said.
sometimes I feel like technology is ruining everything. all this texting and emailing and facebooking makes everything more convenient, but it also makes it incredibly easy to get the wrong impression, to lose sight of the person you're actually talking to and start thinking of them as someone completely different. words out of context leave way too much to interpretation... your own subconscious preoccupations - mostly fear, in my case - tend to color every interaction.
straying down that path for so long it was a relief to see him, flesh and blood in front of me. a relief to place the words in the context of his tone, his facial expressions, his body language... it's not so much work when you don't have to fill in the blanks yourself.
last night I had the perfect dream. jason, a keg, and a portland - denver game on tv. I wish it had been real.
tonight there's music happening at tabu, annika playing dubstep. I guess I'll go, although I can't stand that bar or anyone that works there. ah, the joys of living in a town so small you'll do something you don't really want to do just to have SOMETHING to do.
today is one of those days when I'm having trouble filling up a whole page.
blah blah blah blah blah.
the end.
