you could say he was attractively built...
wow, two posts in two days. obviously this journal strikes me as a new and exciting thing. lets hope that it doesn't suffer the same fate as all other objects of my affection.
if i believed in horoscopes and actually cared enough to read mine, it might read that this month, or week, or whatever unit of time they enlist for that load of crap, is going to be one that throws lots of love my way. unluckily for love, i am good at avoiding it. not only did i skillfully avoid an encounter with none other than "Don't Answer", but i have once again manipulated my long-time "i'm bored, let's hookup" from uttering that oh-so-horrid 'L' word. however, with the new year, i have decided to turn over a new leaf, let love strike the other cheek, something like that. at some point, i suppose i have to let it in.
and with this thought in mind, today marked a turnaround of monstrous proportions. i might have a new interest. the first, really, since that emotional rollercoaster that was my last relationship. and i have found it in the only place that is suitable to look for it in this sewer of human genitals that is UCSB (and surrounding areas): lab.
yes, that's right. once again i have found some sort of comfort in the goggle-ridden face across the black, chipped countertop littered with chemical resin, paper towels, glass shards, plastic reminents of some random piece of laboratory equiptment, and those all too familiar valves labeled "vac", "air", and "wat"(don't ask me why they just didn't label it H2O). one can only hope (and by one i mean my parents, who hope that i might bless them with grandchildren sometime in the future, and the roomie, who most likely wants somebody to have a positive effect on my spiteful ways before my shrew-esque ways rub off on her) that this interest might remain just that- an interest.
knowing ones must laugh at this.
let their laughter sing me to sleep.
if i believed in horoscopes and actually cared enough to read mine, it might read that this month, or week, or whatever unit of time they enlist for that load of crap, is going to be one that throws lots of love my way. unluckily for love, i am good at avoiding it. not only did i skillfully avoid an encounter with none other than "Don't Answer", but i have once again manipulated my long-time "i'm bored, let's hookup" from uttering that oh-so-horrid 'L' word. however, with the new year, i have decided to turn over a new leaf, let love strike the other cheek, something like that. at some point, i suppose i have to let it in.
and with this thought in mind, today marked a turnaround of monstrous proportions. i might have a new interest. the first, really, since that emotional rollercoaster that was my last relationship. and i have found it in the only place that is suitable to look for it in this sewer of human genitals that is UCSB (and surrounding areas): lab.
yes, that's right. once again i have found some sort of comfort in the goggle-ridden face across the black, chipped countertop littered with chemical resin, paper towels, glass shards, plastic reminents of some random piece of laboratory equiptment, and those all too familiar valves labeled "vac", "air", and "wat"(don't ask me why they just didn't label it H2O). one can only hope (and by one i mean my parents, who hope that i might bless them with grandchildren sometime in the future, and the roomie, who most likely wants somebody to have a positive effect on my spiteful ways before my shrew-esque ways rub off on her) that this interest might remain just that- an interest.
knowing ones must laugh at this.
let their laughter sing me to sleep.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 22:46
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