Silence finally falls. The dove gray skies lit by only a sliver, like a cutaway crescent that promises an endless expanse of light behind
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i am embarking on a writing project of epic saga proportions. it has me going through a lot of old journals, and all of the correspondence between Brian and I over the last 11 years. What? Yup, 11 years worth of overly wordy and whiny writings about how much we love/miss/need/want/hate one another. :) it's hard not to be nostalgic and morose.
we need to see each other, i know you're busy. i'm trying to be busy. i need work, for realz, to. (i love typing shit like the end of that sentence, it reminds me of 14 year old girls, of which, i am still kind of one of them.)
anyway. wow, i ramble good.
let's meet up. if you'd like to see the horse progress, let me know. i should be there this afternoon and every afternoon for the rest of the week. unless i get some temp work.
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i am embarking on a writing project of epic saga proportions. it has me going through a lot of old journals, and all of the correspondence between Brian and I over the last 11 years. What? Yup, 11 years worth of overly wordy and whiny writings about how much we love/miss/need/want/hate one another. :) it's hard not to be nostalgic and morose.
we need to see each other, i know you're busy. i'm trying to be busy. i need work, for realz, to. (i love typing shit like the end of that sentence, it reminds me of 14 year old girls, of which, i am still kind of one of them.)
anyway. wow, i ramble good.
let's meet up. if you'd like to see the horse progress, let me know. i should be there this afternoon and every afternoon for the rest of the week. unless i get some temp work.
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