| Current mood: |  aggravated |
And when his world is upside down, turn it around
I could ramble. I could ramble on and on and on and on about things that don't matter at all. Little things. Funny things. But I'm hot and tired and the combination is making me agitated. I'm not as deep as I'd like to make myself out to be. I'm rather easily amused. I like to have my hair long.
Point? Do I have one? Ever? Rarely. I'm afraid I haven't been around enough for my friends. Nattie, Hayden, Jude...Alyssa, too. Haven't I already stated that I'm a terrible friend? I think so. Can't hurt to say it again. I'm a terrible...everything. Don't get too close, I'll only disappoint. I'm kidding, mostly.
Jude came down under (that could be taken various ways, couldn't it?) to visit. I'd like to think that Alyssa might enjoy the company while I'm working? I hope she is. He's going through a terrible time, with the divorce and all. I find that I vary rarely have any answers, and when I do they aren't very strong ones. I think I might talk in circles. I know I contradict myself. This is where smiling and nodding and making silly jokes comes in handy. Like I said, I'm not deep. Dense, maybe, but not deep.
I'll stop my stupid dribbling and let you return to your regularly scheduled program.
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