December 06, 2004

Assorted garbage

Wanted to blog
But what about?
Dictionary says "coachman"

So that's no use.

Now that I'm home I went to church yesterday (There was the promise of sweets and fire). Now one of the things I hate about churches is those commemorative stones in the floor. Always makes me feel like I'm walking on someone's grave. It's worse if I'm happy, because then I skip or dance down the aisle, and suddenly feel uncomfortable. I'm not vindictive enough to enjoy dancing on someone's grave.

Had one of those moments where a scene from a really bad soap that doesn't exist (yet) gets played through your mind for no reason. Can't remember what happened, so it can't be as good as the famous "Raoul & Samantha" scene.

Recently I've been thinking a lot about my current emotional state, and about my desires for both the near and distant future. Nothing new there then. Didn't really come to any conclusions, but feel like publishing some of what I thought, anyway, in the form of bad modern poetry. Dunno if the person this is about will recognise it to be about them.
I know I'm not in love.
I'm not that naive
(any more).
But I think about you a lot.
Maybe too much.
I'm sad when you're sad,
I want you to be happy
But don't know what to do.

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