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shiny objects

Wednesday, May 05, 2004


Scribblings from my notebook today . . . . .

Dear god, I need to find someone irrational around this joint - or else, who's gonna play hero?


Fate loves me. I say this in the face of overwhelming evidence. For example, in the seventh grade, I once walked blindly into a pivotal math exam, haphazardly marked random answers on my scantron sheet, and made an 85. My teacher praised me for days; that was the highest test grade I'd ever made in his class. As a result, he passed me. I was not held back a year. I moved on to greater miracles.


This one time, I like, almost died. It was pretty cool. And then there was this other time where i was sure i was gonna die but didn't even come close. That one wasn't as good.


I'm told that time progresses differently in my company, that months pass like years and hours like seconds. Go figure.


I found a slip of paper under some garbage in my locker today. It said "I love you more than anything" in John's spidery scrawl. I don't remember when or why he might have put that in there, but i'm certain it was before the break up. If i had found those words several weeks ago, would I have sensed their emptiness?


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