Sunday, October 03, 2004
Hey, the weather is causing my knee to swell up. First I get depressed, then I get all swoll. Nice huh? Dude, it's not. It fucking sucks.
The other day I bumped into Rohana Vercotere at the library. If you don't know, and you prolly don't, she's the love of my life. It's hard to explain beyond that, but she is. I've never kissed her, never touched her in a way that was beyond how you'd touch a friend but still she's that girl to me.
I haven't seen her in maybe nine years but she crosses my mind at least once a week. Is that obsessive? I don't really think so. Anyhow, she's married like me, has two kids not one like I do. She looked like a mom. Short hair, still really skinny but with glasses now, not hip ones neither, they're metal and kind of dorky. It was really pleasant. We hugged, talked for a real long time and exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. She told me that she thinks about me all the time. I wonder if it's weekly. Maybe, it'd be nice if it was. Then I wouldn't feel like a weirdo. Not that I do. When I left she rubbed my arm and walked off to pick up her oldest daughter from school. Her name is Ivy. I like that. The way she described her as a free person, and kind of bold made me think of Rohy. I can imagine that she's a very good mom. She looked a little tired but I imagine that two little girls can do that. My one really tires me out. Anyway, that's that. Zelly has discovered that I'm doing something that doesn't involve her so I have to get going and pay some attention to her. She wants me to write down kittie's name so here we go... POLK...
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The other day I bumped into Rohana Vercotere at the library. If you don't know, and you prolly don't, she's the love of my life. It's hard to explain beyond that, but she is. I've never kissed her, never touched her in a way that was beyond how you'd touch a friend but still she's that girl to me.
I haven't seen her in maybe nine years but she crosses my mind at least once a week. Is that obsessive? I don't really think so. Anyhow, she's married like me, has two kids not one like I do. She looked like a mom. Short hair, still really skinny but with glasses now, not hip ones neither, they're metal and kind of dorky. It was really pleasant. We hugged, talked for a real long time and exchanged numbers and promised to stay in touch. She told me that she thinks about me all the time. I wonder if it's weekly. Maybe, it'd be nice if it was. Then I wouldn't feel like a weirdo. Not that I do. When I left she rubbed my arm and walked off to pick up her oldest daughter from school. Her name is Ivy. I like that. The way she described her as a free person, and kind of bold made me think of Rohy. I can imagine that she's a very good mom. She looked a little tired but I imagine that two little girls can do that. My one really tires me out. Anyway, that's that. Zelly has discovered that I'm doing something that doesn't involve her so I have to get going and pay some attention to her. She wants me to write down kittie's name so here we go... POLK...
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