| 001 |
[ | |
Posted on January 13, 2009 @ 8:00 pm
| | ] |
[Private]
Never in my life have I been the slightest bit interested in this piece of technology until this day. Peter tried to coerce me into making one of these a few weeks ago, but I just said it was silly, so why am I sitting here now, typing away while some woman with a dog in her purse stares at me unabashedly? And why, of all things, am I writing to myself? Most probably because myself is the only person I have to speak with at the present. I'm not used to feeling loneliness. Peter is always here...but we had our tiff and I've spent the last couple days sitting on the bottom of Decker Lake in Texas. It was really quite tranquil there, among glassy waters, sitting still as a statue. I was thankful that it was overcast when I resurfaced, but there was no one to spot me either way. I was blissfully alone...or not so blissfully, depending on how one looks at the situation. I went hunting after leaving the lake. I did the best I could on finding someone who was less than a good citizen, but my choices were unfortunately limited.
That's how I ended up sitting in an internet cafe, trying to get in touch with my mate. Funny how that works, isn't it? I don't know where he is, but I think he was headed even further North. I needed to get away from the rain and chill for a while, though a lot of good that's done me, sitting at the bottom of a lake. I did have an alright day though, because the woods were empty for the most part, and for a while, the sun came out. I love the feel of the sun on my skin. It's very warming. The sun has just set here. It's still very warm though...but that does not make up for missing Peter.
[/end]
I don't even know if I'm doing this right. If I'm not, I'll either be greatly embarrassed or greatly disappointed. Perhaps a little of both. The only experience I have with this is watching Peter some time a week or so ago.
...Peter? I miss you.
|
|
| Information |
[ | |
Posted on January 13, 2009 @ 12:41 am
| | ] |
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
And when she was good
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was
|
|
