Words On A Screen

New years was a countdown of Brazilian rum to an encounter that I didn't know would happen or not. A series of cancellations and set-backs, it looked like it might end up being just me and Meghan at Sin City.
Avery didn't disappoint, showing up with his lovely wife, rescuing us from... His absence. He seems certain I am pathos, and hopes he is ethos yet is pretty sure he might be logos. He says it will be nice to meet the third of the us so that it can finally be laid to rest which he really is.
I do dislike having justified reasons for being upset with someone. I vastly prefer unreasonable ones, ones that can be quickly brushed aside with a quick application of reason. Often there is emotional baggage, but unfounded stuff tends to be easier for me to deal with in general.
Although maybe there is a reasonable amount of wisdom in my surrogate brother's words. Perhaps next time I will see him it will just be yet another girl, and I will realise it was all infatuation.
Yeah, right. The worst part is that the first half is probable, whereas the second isn't. Goddamn it.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Trigger10d - Most People Don't Forget (Undertone)
Currently Drinking: Water
Currently: Hammered
Comments
such a lovely skirt.
Posted by: B | January 1, 2006 12:48 PM
cute outfit. normally i think boys in skirts are dumb, but you pull it off nicely. well done.
Posted by: see.jack.run | January 1, 2006 7:43 PM
Seconded. You look yummy.
Posted by: Nicholas | January 2, 2006 12:39 AM
I wish there had been a picture taken of my outfit for new year's. Eery similarities.
Posted by: Tyler | January 4, 2006 10:55 PM