Oh, I'm a roving bandit
Sadness, I've been abandoned, but such it is, so unchangeable we. Even for communism.
I picked up hitchhikers! I'm feeling rebellious and anti-establishment!
Got in yesterday, writing papers until eternity. That there was an error in judgment, procrastinating those until I hit the road (though I suppose I don't know what else I would have done with my time in Colorado, no one was there until later in the journey) but I wrote the second one late on an extension, on the plane on my way back to the Bay.
I'm back in the Bay. And it feels good. Though I haven't seen anything of it - but Andrew came over last night to spend his last night in California with me, and we were the way we are, and that was glorious, all huggy and cuddly and confidantesque. We raced the clock to the grocery store and bought oven-baked pizza, kicked back with Mrs. Henderson Presents and fell in love with Judi Dench for awhile.
I'm making some decisions about bedfellows. Some of them I'm good with, some not. It's weird, I'm getting more decided about what is within the realm of that woman I'd like to be, and what is not. And it only changes a few of my actual decisions, but at least I know whether or not I approve of my own actions.
I don't a lot. But the ideal self is an ideal. I'm still working on it. At least I'm better able to identify what's what recently.
I miss you. I'm here. Come to me!
I picked up hitchhikers! I'm feeling rebellious and anti-establishment!
Got in yesterday, writing papers until eternity. That there was an error in judgment, procrastinating those until I hit the road (though I suppose I don't know what else I would have done with my time in Colorado, no one was there until later in the journey) but I wrote the second one late on an extension, on the plane on my way back to the Bay.
I'm back in the Bay. And it feels good. Though I haven't seen anything of it - but Andrew came over last night to spend his last night in California with me, and we were the way we are, and that was glorious, all huggy and cuddly and confidantesque. We raced the clock to the grocery store and bought oven-baked pizza, kicked back with Mrs. Henderson Presents and fell in love with Judi Dench for awhile.
I'm making some decisions about bedfellows. Some of them I'm good with, some not. It's weird, I'm getting more decided about what is within the realm of that woman I'd like to be, and what is not. And it only changes a few of my actual decisions, but at least I know whether or not I approve of my own actions.
I don't a lot. But the ideal self is an ideal. I'm still working on it. At least I'm better able to identify what's what recently.
I miss you. I'm here. Come to me!