stolen time in harvard square

[aslant]

a strange loose-limbed and constant unspoken sensation of having sex all weekend (thanks ak) except there is none, none to be found.

elaborate dreams of hospitals and frantic women and katie and flight. will elaborate monday.

& every time the phone rang i thought it was you.

Comments

Re: strategy is the name of the game.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

i think you (you collective) can. or i'm projecting something. i spend (waste?) so much time and energy trying not to be vulnerable, and it gets me nowhere.

i like water in general. i like the sea. let's run away to the beach in oregon.

Re: strategy is the name of the game.

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

maybe, trying not to be vlunerable - is what makes you look vulnerable. you need to not care - which is hard, because you do.

the beach in oregon. I wish I could. well, I could. I wish we would.

Re: strategy is the name of the game.

[aslant.livejournal.com]

i do care. i don't want to disinvolve myself with the world, which is what i would have to do to gain invulnerability (like some sort of spell, i sound like a rpg character).

one day on the train i fell in love with the entire carfull of people. every single one. i couldn't stop grinning. did i write this in my lj already? we were on a bridge going over the charles river and it was so beautiful and bright and there was this one very old chinese man laughing his head off at something, and suddenly i was gripping the rail to not fall down. i wanted to crush everyone in an enormous hug. i was just crushed with how beautiful they all were, and the day and everything else.

i'm a sap, eh?

i wish we would too. our doppelgangers are no dummies--i think they're already there.

i keep thinking of what i would say. i would call my mother on the phone and say, guess where i am? that makes me smile. because even i don't know where i'd be. if i ran away, i mean.

Re: strategy is the name of the game.

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

haha. 15 hit points for not caring.

not a sap. a romantic. I'm sure you feel you connect with people you see every day - even though you barely exchange a glance with them. I can relate to that.

I hate our doppelgangers. They're so lucky. I'm going to shave my head - so my doppelganger is not my doppelganger anymore.

you would be wherever you ran to. just make sure you tell me where first, or I will sulk. and gub.

sulk gub pout mope

[aslant.livejournal.com]

/jesse smashes the Beast of Uncaring with her katana! 2 hp damage.
/Beast of Uncaring brushes her off.
/jesse smashes the Beast of Uncaring with her giant's club! 3 hp damage.
/Beast of Uncaring gets bored and wanders away.
/jesse screams, "get back here, coward."
/Beast of Uncaring yawns.

if i ever run away you will be the first to know where and when and how and everything. actually maybe velcro would know before you, but i'd tell you as soon as you came up the stairs.

Re: sulk gub pout mope

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

welcome to the Papyrus of Iguanadon.
The aim of the game is to find the Papyrus of Iguanadon.

/me picks up papyrus of iguanadon.
/me wins the game.
/me says "woo".

velcro wouldn't let you in though. she doesn't know you. and she doesn't have opposable thumbs.

Re: sulk gub pout mope

[aslant.livejournal.com]

no, she's still in the hallway where i left her this morning. i came by but you'd already left for work. she'll keep me company out there.

Re: sulk gub pout mope

[booshtukka.livejournal.com]

ok. don't let her get outside please. thge drivers are nasty. isn't the kitten lonely by itself? maybe you could stroke it through the letter box for me?

I might disappear in a minute. but I'm only going home.