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Randomnimity - A Most Illuminating Tale
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 11.06 pm, Friday 25th July, 2003
Subject: Randomnimity
Security: Public
Mood:contemplative
Music:Small Faces
I'm in a really odd mood. This will be rambling. Please disregard.
Actually ...

I've just got an email from the most lovely girl who I haven't seen in years. I should reply now, but I'm not in the frame of mind. I'm still tingly. But it makes me think I've been spending far too much of my time complaining and moaning and my life is fucking good at the moment. Bar the lack of sex, obviously. I have friends, but no dependents. A course doing stuff I enjoy. I have to keep telling myself that "I was well loved" is wrong. I am well loved. Is that the phrase I'm looking for?

Why in a car at a T junction turning right, does everybody in the car look Right-Left-Right in perfect synchronisation except the driver, who takes it all in with one glance?

I recall stashing my bike at the base of the rocks, scrabbling to the top and tucking myself into a hollow at the base of a tree. I wrote a love letter which I never sent to a girl who walked away without a backwards glance. Why does that memory keep jumping in my mind? Is it just there to beat away the bloodstained dress?

Why do I want to cry when everything is so good? Called my mother six or so times today. A sure sign that I'm not well. But everything is going well. Maybe I just need sleep.

Time for bed said Zebedee. That's all you ever think about said Florence.
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