This is one of those 'good to live alone' evenings. Spent the day at the office, reading the NYer magazine and making stuff work.

Electronic signature is working for the 'test' account!

Not a lot of socializing with Dave, which was fine to good. Packed a little for my move to Portland. Exit velocity can not be escaped. I have to get my old room cleaned out well, to turn over to pops, that will be my holiday gift to him. Mom is trying to think of a gift for me and I was less than nice to her. I don't want things.

There is a Death by Chocolate cover playing on Jersey City Radio.

It is important to remember, though, that people are moving at different speeds. Ick, things get so complicated so quickly. Is it better to associate only with people moving at similiar speeds?

No, of course not, what would anyone learn then?

So my holiday revision is this. Don't trust anyone fully in your own consideration, especially during the holidays. The holidays are a time to display what you have learned, not to stretch very much. More importantly, don't ever throw caution away when you are worn out. Just stick to the mainstays, that is what holiday jokes are all about. Cliched, of course, but safe for a weary mind. Respect people who do stay with the cliches, because they learned this lesson better than you did, last year.

I don't really feel like being so secure. I love living simply, I love when my surroundings are a little rough. I don't like being offered a hot shower when a cold shower will do, I can't stand the temptation of the knob. AH! Just a little turn and everything gets so pleasant.

I can't do it though. I can't bring myself to turn the knob! How can I be so afraid of the simplest pleasure available.

People don't really latch on that easily, when they keep moving. If you keep moving, nothing really hurts you. Love is a risk of moving and keeping your eyes open.

I dreamed about being a single girl, and being tiny and tough, with glasses and short hair. Dreamed of traveling all over.

My heart is somebody, and my dream is somewhere.

I was very bratty today, I didn't want to work in front of a computer on a sunday afternoon. It made me feel lonely. So I walked around town when I could and bought a cup of shitty coffee. The good part was that the guy recognized me, it's good when people are friendly. I was so pleased that I said hello to the guy with the great bike. What a goon, he glared back.