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May. 6th, 2001 01:42 amWell, haven't I been negligent as of late?
I'm in the midst of a sangria binge, so you'll have to bear with me. Its Cinco de Mayo after all, well, it's actually the 6th as I write this but bear with me. It's not the next day until you go to sleep after all. A small number of folks who were in the neighborhood stopped by the house and watche Clerks and the State with us, and partook of sangria, and were made happy thereby.
Hopefully, those who stopped by won't be scared off from out cookout next weekend. It's been proved that not everyone is on the same wavelength that Clay and I are on... and yet who can resist the offer of sangria and a a cookout?
Ah alcohol.... almost the perfect drug. It doesn't hold a candle to Public Enemy #1 at this time... A friend of mine told me that you seldom get what you need, or what you want is not in synch with what you need. What I need is a connection with someone, one who isn't afraid of intensity. I think I have ignored someone like that lately, and another may not be ready for that level.
What's new, eh? Eventually, I will stop whining about what I don't have and spend all my time remarking on the good that is out there. And there is so much good out there.
I dreamed last night thatI was at a cookout at the beach. I walked to the back of the house, wehre several people wre gathered watching the waves crash in against the shore. B_____ was there, taking pictures of the surf. I perched by her shoulder, close enough to feel her breath on my cheek, and listened to her wax poetic about the sea. I felt an incredible closeness.
This was the nicest dream I've had in a while.
This moment of peace and solitude brought to you by.... Chris O'Brien
I'm in the midst of a sangria binge, so you'll have to bear with me. Its Cinco de Mayo after all, well, it's actually the 6th as I write this but bear with me. It's not the next day until you go to sleep after all. A small number of folks who were in the neighborhood stopped by the house and watche Clerks and the State with us, and partook of sangria, and were made happy thereby.
Hopefully, those who stopped by won't be scared off from out cookout next weekend. It's been proved that not everyone is on the same wavelength that Clay and I are on... and yet who can resist the offer of sangria and a a cookout?
Ah alcohol.... almost the perfect drug. It doesn't hold a candle to Public Enemy #1 at this time... A friend of mine told me that you seldom get what you need, or what you want is not in synch with what you need. What I need is a connection with someone, one who isn't afraid of intensity. I think I have ignored someone like that lately, and another may not be ready for that level.
What's new, eh? Eventually, I will stop whining about what I don't have and spend all my time remarking on the good that is out there. And there is so much good out there.
I dreamed last night thatI was at a cookout at the beach. I walked to the back of the house, wehre several people wre gathered watching the waves crash in against the shore. B_____ was there, taking pictures of the surf. I perched by her shoulder, close enough to feel her breath on my cheek, and listened to her wax poetic about the sea. I felt an incredible closeness.
This was the nicest dream I've had in a while.
This moment of peace and solitude brought to you by.... Chris O'Brien
