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Sophia Someday (sophiasomeday) wrote,
@ 2004-05-03 10:16:00
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    More Than One Way to Beat a Dead Horse
    I wrote some poetry (I don't consider myself a poet). I told my grandparents, and my grandfather's response was "not much money in poetry."

    ******
    Also, interesting to notice. Men seem quite keen on women with long full hair worn in pigtails. Soren as well. I'm not sure if it's the long hair or the pigtails part that turn men into doting fools (as opposed to the regular, non doting variety) but, like with everything else about sex I don't understand, I just write it off as some Catholic quirk. (It is of course helpful, but by no means required for the man in question to actually be Catholic.)
    ******
    Very strange night with Soren on Saturday. Actually, very strange night in general with the highlight being the triumphant debut of the New Satan's Cheerleaders who were fantastic and fit right in.

    Strange night with Soren as we both spent the morning in various states of undress trying to convince the other one (alternately, and in unison)that we weren't romantically involved and moreover, really really really shouldn't be. I understand, but I'm still pretty sure he's convinced I've got a unicorn-laden trapper-keeper somewhere with his name written a thousand times in hearts. My thoughts: Why mess up a good thing? I like my lower-case R relationship, and a capital R one would cause me nothing but heartache. The more I think about it, the more I realize that while I really and truly love and admire Soren in a very friendly sort of way, I would be miserable in a romantic relationship with him, and would probably end up jumping off a bridge.

    This would be bad, because I'm lazy, so I would most likely end up jumping off the Congress Avenue Bridge, since it's closest to my apartment. Now, for those of you who don't know, that particular bridge is home to 2.6 million Mexican freetail bats. Million. Now I don't know the effects of one cinder-blocked woman plummeting off the bridge 2.6 million bats choose to call their home, but believe me when I tell you I don't want to find out.


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