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I fucking hate computers.
Or is it computer labs.
Or Dreamweaver.
I also hate and love how small the world is. Right now, near the end of the year, it's a little too small for my comfort. If it's not the internet linking me to people here, then skipping to Baltimore, then NYC via Livejournal, then it's 11 year old naivety smacking me in the face, full circle California and back again to Bonner Springs. I don't even truly know some of these people, and the one that I want to forget keeps popping up.
Frankly, it's freaking me out.
It's cold outside, but not the bitter, bone-cold of yesterday. It's also snowing, and has been, like mad. I love it really, more than the oppressive heat and humidity anyway. It makes sense. I wish I had someone to truly share it with. This is snuggling-fucking-snuggling-cocoa-fucking-and-watching-movies weather. At least Ian was good for that. Not that he wasn't good for other things. It's just, Kim and I were discussing this yesterday...if you can cook together and have a great sex life, it goes a long, long way. I wonder if he reads this. Maybe that's how he found out that I called him immature. Funny how he proved me right, even after the fact. At any rate, the cold, the snow, does make me miss him, if only for Wisconsin memories.
The semester is almost over and I was finished long, long ago.
A little kid was standing in front of the registers today while I was ringing his father up. He was looking at the magazines displayed there, probably The Economist. He turned to his dad and asked, "Dad, why do soldiers help people with guns." You could tell he meant by using guns and I hope he figures it out someday. I sure as hell don't have the answer.
That said,
I want to go sledding.
Or is it computer labs.
Or Dreamweaver.
I also hate and love how small the world is. Right now, near the end of the year, it's a little too small for my comfort. If it's not the internet linking me to people here, then skipping to Baltimore, then NYC via Livejournal, then it's 11 year old naivety smacking me in the face, full circle California and back again to Bonner Springs. I don't even truly know some of these people, and the one that I want to forget keeps popping up.
Frankly, it's freaking me out.
It's cold outside, but not the bitter, bone-cold of yesterday. It's also snowing, and has been, like mad. I love it really, more than the oppressive heat and humidity anyway. It makes sense. I wish I had someone to truly share it with. This is snuggling-fucking-snuggling-cocoa-fucking-and-watching-movies weather. At least Ian was good for that. Not that he wasn't good for other things. It's just, Kim and I were discussing this yesterday...if you can cook together and have a great sex life, it goes a long, long way. I wonder if he reads this. Maybe that's how he found out that I called him immature. Funny how he proved me right, even after the fact. At any rate, the cold, the snow, does make me miss him, if only for Wisconsin memories.
The semester is almost over and I was finished long, long ago.
A little kid was standing in front of the registers today while I was ringing his father up. He was looking at the magazines displayed there, probably The Economist. He turned to his dad and asked, "Dad, why do soldiers help people with guns." You could tell he meant by using guns and I hope he figures it out someday. I sure as hell don't have the answer.
That said,
I want to go sledding.
