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Wow, almost a full two weeks without an entry. Since the rejection e-mail there hasn’t been a lot of interesting stuff to happen. There’s been interesting stuff, mind you, but a lot of it falls under one specific category that I’ll tell you about in a minute. First the mundane stuff. My CD collection is still being sifted through, but now that I got rid of my old ISP, I can start gathering together the songs that I want off a bunch of the CD’s and thin it out a lot more. I still need a bookcase though – just need to figure out where to put it. Work is work, as most people would guess. There’s isn’t a lot to report there, really – I’ve gotten some stuff done, I’ve been given more stuff to do. I’m taking of next Thursday and Friday so I can go home. Kidding. I’m the best man. Speaking of There’s no such thing as too many books. That’s the mundane stuff. Now on to the good stuff. For me, this is a big deal. I don’t make friends often. Some sort of terminal shyness that I’ve slowly been getting rid of over the last couple of years. Case in point – she approached me first. It’s been a little more than a month now, and while we haven’t been talking on a daily basis, we’ve talked a lot. It’s wild – we talk for hours at a time and I don’t even notice. Time just seems to suspend and all the world is just she and I. She’s smart, and funny, and exuberant. Yes, exuberant. When I sit and talk with her I always - always - come away feeling pretty damn good. Hell, thinking about her makes me smile. This is kinda new to me – I haven’t had anyone that I enjoy talking to this much in quite a long time. She’s got this effect on me – she makes me happier with myself, more comfortable, more confident, more willing o go and do and chance and try – and for those of you that don’t know me, trust me on this; this is something I need. It’s like – and pardon me my strange analogies – a disease. She infects me with joy and enthusiasm. And I love every minute of it. So is she destined to become my next great tragedy? No. Right now we’re friends – better friends than the amount of time we’ve been talking would suggest. If anything develops from there, so be it. For now, friends is good. Scratch that – for now being her friend is bloody perfect. So, yeah. I’ve got a new friend. That’s all for now, folks. Since I won’t be doing much over the next couple of days, I’ll try and make updates a little more frequently. And I’ve got a weird little bit of prose I’ll post in a few too. I keep looking at it and thinking “post-apocalyptic romance.” I don’t know why – there isn’t enough there to call it that. But still, the idea is there. Of course, I think the world needs a series of Lovecraft style horror-romance novels, but that’s just me. |
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