Random Thoughts

I'm a real bitch, too. I just actively fight it when I can, what's your fucking excuse, hmm?

I'm also rarely apologetic for it when (not if) it does tear its' way out. To be fair, if it gets out you either deserve it, can take it, or actively enjoy it.

I might be a bad person, but I think the idea of a good person is a bit silly, these days.

My oboe is happy and so am I. This is helping me fight against the stupid craziness; perhaps with enough practice I might be able to not swing so dreadfully far to each extreme. Maybe.

Cold medicine really does make me feel weird.

Posted by Beth at 11:24 PM | Permalink

Originally uploaded by *Honest*

I miss you, still.

It's different now, of course. I think of you and smile and wonder when I'll see you again, and whether you'll be happy or tense and conflicted. I think we've settled, for a while, at least in how we think of each other. A bit more than friends but friends more than anything. It works, somehow, even with the intensity that sparks intermittently, we'll know each other through it all, and that's nice in a way I appreciate more than I can say.

Posted by Beth at 4:23 PM | Permalink