boing's useless info of the day:
i love paul f tompkins
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take your choices now cause you're to blame.
i signed up for this mailing list a couple of days ago. it's a forum for the artist to distribute his poetry & since i like what they write in their journal, i thought i would check it out. so i check my email this morning and there's a poem sitting there. it was so pretty i couldn't believe it. most of the time if you sign up for such a list you just get crap. but this one really made me feel. i like poems like that. i like writing like that.
i've been missing a boy again lately. it comes & goes with a natural rise & fall. i'm just so sick of not having a warm body to curl up with & talk to & laugh with. all i feel is empty. and i don't mean that i need a man to make my life complete. [though it's still no where near complete.] i've been without for so long. and i don't mean sex. i can't remember the last time i had a connection with a guy that actually panned out. something emotional & powerful that strikes like lightening but soothes like soft rain. i guess i have to go out and meet people to find someone like that. it just sounds so unappealing.
i stayed up far too late on the internet last night. drunk for a better part of the evening with borks & a few others. after that, a friend logged on & we talked until way past both of our bedtimes. and maybe woke up some of my family doing so.
i miss my old apartment so bad it's killing me. i thrive on alone time & i need it where i live. i love my friends & i love my roommate but i miss my night's where i could do whatever i wanted whenever & not worry.
where for art thou new wilco album?
2:34 p.m. - 6.03.01
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