Wednesday, January 28, 2004

How honest.

Even with my misplaced anger towards him, I've written a script about a situation I was in... but with the outcome I wanted but didn't happen. What an honest piece of make-believe that was. I'm amazed.

Between bouts of reasonless anger towards him, I've been severely thinking about the way he looks, the way he moves, the way he speaks and the way he carries himself. I can imagine just looking at him and appreciating every sexy feature he has. This annoys me. Oh it annoys me very much. But whatever right? Yea.

Amazing conversations at Starbucks for once. Instead of the plain ol, "Isn't he cute" or "Sex the other day..." or "What shall we do now...?", we ended up discussing life, religion, time, fate, japanese culture and eventually weird things like Mambo dance moves and the perfect moment in my life with The Doors. Amazing.

I can't even begin to write the number of things I've learnt and realised. So with that said, there's nothing left. Good night.

::me:: at 09:46