fleeting


I was driving to the city last night when something within me stirred and it was as if all of a sudden the floodgates opened and the thoughts came pouring in. The second I stopped the car I took pen to paper and wrote everything and when it was done it was as if someone else had taken possession of my body for the sole purpose of telling a story. It would have scared me if I hadn’t come to realize that the story was indeed my own. Not exactly a story, a memory to be precise. What set it off is a mystery. My only guess is that with Valentine’s Day so close, I’m subconsciously freaking out that it might turn out to be a disaster again so I’m remembering bad things.

But I know that even if I spend V-day at Starbucks sipping a latte, I’ll be happy as long as I’m with my Boo. The person I don’t have to worry about bailing on me ever.

Generally I’ve been happy lately. I’m starting a re-scheduled cycle of the same routine. I’m trying to adjust myself to the new semester. But I feel happy! Giddy almost.

Congratulations to this lovely

Lady who just gave birth to a beautiful baby boy!

written on 2004-02-06 at 12:31 p.m.

tired / of lying