Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

I am in the presence of the nicest dreadlocks I have ever seen. They're absolutely fantastic. I wonder if it is even possible for mine to ever look like that, given that I don't have african hair. It reminds me of the fact that I've never slept with someone who isn't caucasian, which is a fact I don't particularly like. I don't particularly dislike it (as I am never allowed to complain about my sex life, lest I be lynched for my impertinence), but I think it is something that probably should change in some long term sense. I'm not racist so why is it that almost all my associations are with caucasians? I suppose I shouldn't say that, for some reason I draw very little distinction between asian and caucasian, sometimes I forget there's even a difference. But latin or african? Strange creatures that I've had only very passing relations with. I kinda believe that the ability to forget what race someone is is really nice. To just see them as human first is really my ideal.

My gods, I'm kinda smitten, she's really cute. I've recently learned to fall for the timber and tone of someone's voice, and this is helping along my feeling of infatuation. Sometimes I'm glad Tyler's not about, because he'd be totally like Go talk to her. Sometimes... Nay, often, I like my distance: it lets the interaction stay art and appreciator. Romantic entanglements are too easy for me, sometimes I like just to smell the roses, without having to even consider the existance of thorns.

Damn you Dominique, Justine by Lawrence Durrell is both awe-inspiring and infuriating at the same time.

...days became simply the spaces between dreams, spaces between the shifting floors of time, of acting, of living out the topical...A tide of meaningless affairs nosing along the dead level of things, entering no climate, leading us nowhere, demanding of us nothing save the impossible - that we should be. Justine would say that we had been trapped in the projection of a will too powerful and deliberate to be human - the gravitational field which Alexandria threw down about those it had chosen as its exemplars...

Arg, you romantics, how I love/hate you.

Genevieve just interrupted my reverie, she's quite a neat lass. We shared stories about school, disease, malaise, ulcers, and life. She's playing Ophelia in the upcoming production. On that note, I'm meeting up with Beth for Wreck again at 4pm.

Also, come out to KMM tonight at my house. I've finally managed to grab a copy of Memories of Murder which has taken me three weeks to come up with. Should be good.

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