this is an exerpt from a birthday card i sent randy a few years ago. we can’t figure out when it was sent, and therefore we’re quite mystified as to “he’s the one” might actually be. it was certainly when i was living in la.
i mean, what was wrong with me? that’s all i’m saying. i cannot for the life of me remember who this guy was. i mean, clearly, none of them was the one. thank god. gee, i’d be divorced by now, wouldn’t I? “he’s the one,” was i out of my MIND?
yeah.
here’s one problem with even thinking about contemplating being in a relationship at any time in your life at all: becoming a moron. a complete and total idiot. what little bit of common sense you may posess goes flying out the window. poof.
gone.
i thought this was just me, but it’s not. other people get like this too. what exactly are you supposed to do? go live in a cave?
i don’t really know where any actual caves are.
i wouldn’t care much for living in a cave.
too
dark.
now, a nice warm sunny island somewhere tropical and fantastic, i’d like that a lot. People, who needs them?
today randy and i took down all of his xmas decorations in one and a half hours. we were FAST. i was glad for the stuff to be gone, because although he has some amazing and fun decorations all over the place, but i’m so over xmas. i believe this was the most non-christmasy xmas i’ve ever had.
just my mood.
i’m here at randy’s right now as a matter of fact, typing on his very nice new computer. he coming in about ever three minutes and asks “are you still writing?” i kept telling him he was making me nervous, but he didn’t seem to care.
sunday night. not a bad sunday night at all.
especially for a sunday night.
ok then,
grace with absolutely no intentions of any kind, I promise(or at least none i’d be willing to admit to at this particular juncture).