Straight No Chaser

Kittens

driving home from chad's game just now, i almost started to cry. i didn't, because my mom was driving and asking really incisive questions about my plans for the future, and might have thought the crying was an attempt to dodge the inquisition.

i don't really have any problem with going back to school this time. i mean, i know it'll suck in all the usual ways. but second semester is always better than first. always. my birthday falls square in between the winter and spring breaks, so i don't have but so long to be miserable. a month from tomorrow is when it'll happen. everyone will be nice to me for a day. marcus will lay down next to me and his hands will make me feel like something exquisite. somebody will pay for my dinner. and things will be nice before then, too. strange, et cetera.

the crying was just for in general. sometimes it isn't such fun to feel deeply about something. or someone, as it were. sometimes it, like, sucks.

sometimes not as much.

what's nice is, i found a new partner for the would-you-rather game. which passes time and remedies a filthy mood rather nicely.