Like sand through the hour glass

[turnthescrew]

Here it is, the last day of July, and I realized that I haven't written a serious update in my trusty livejournal in about...oh, I dunno, something like a million years. So here it is for those of you who can't get enough of me

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[poetisch422]

if you're have as sexy (and goofy) as you sound on the phone, he's a lucky man. but i harbor resentment since you still refuse to meet me. punk.

haha, well

[turnthescrew]

It's not that I'm refusing to meet you....it's just that when I was supposed to, I chickened out. And then I felt bad about it. Now I've been too busy to tell you the story, short as it is. Maybe I'll just write a huge text message, since that seems to be your preferred type of communication.

I'll work on it.

Re: haha, well

[poetisch422]

chickened out, huh? i hope it was the cemetary that frightened you, because i'm the least frightening thing i can imagine. unless insanity frightens you. then we might have a problem. i'm a little off my rocker. but the floor was softer and now the walls don't shake.

you can use the phone, i just don't prefer it. or, you could meet me for coffee and explain. :)