Rain, bruises and love
It's raining. It's beautiful and even through the strange exhaustion that comes from too much coffee and long days of work I'm feeling the edges of my mouth curl upwards. Funny to have so much faith, for lack of a better word, in my friends and my self. I think that's the wrong order, but it's essentially the same thing to me. A good night of release, in many ways, last night, even if I was improperly written upon. I'm learning to really listen to what people say these days. I've always been a good listener, but there's a difference between sitting there and being silent and actually understanding or making an effort to try to understand. I like seeing other people's views; they're interesting and useful.
I spent over a hundred dollars on clothes today. This is quite an achievement for me, and was wonderfully painless. I went in, looked, bought and ran away in soft brown and green hemp. Colour me hippy.
I have no worries about people right now. I like this, I really like having people I can bounce off of and not harm, no matter how tired I get. Odd. I never thought I'd fit into the strange community/tribe down on wreck, but, yknow, I do, and I like it a lot. Weird, no? I also never thought I'd be able to be as obnoxious and loud and yelly as Norm....mwahahaha. I'm still not as loud, but damn, I'm totally matching him for obnoxiousness. Next come the water balloon canons. Chris you didn't hear that. I wonder if I'll have the guts to hit Norm.....
Strange, the amount of thoughts that go unrecorded now that I use the internet and not a notebook as my casual thought storage space and don't have it readily available. I'm so incredibly pleased that it's raining. Beach people will be happy too; it's been far too sunny for far too long.
Well hopefully I'll get a call soon. Back to reality....or so you think...