|and so I ran...
||[Sep. 17th, 2006|09:20 pm]
Though this journal is neglected and abused to the point of extremities.
Abbott left me again. She comes and goes, though she wouldn't have come at all if I hadn't nefariously siphoned a crisp airline ticket to her e-mail inbox. She came out of guilt, I believe. No worries, one day, we will climb mountains with each other and wonder if we have the advantage of pooping on birds instead of the vice versa.
My current residence is northeast from my last current residence which was northeast from the current residence before the currently last current residence. In this progression, I shall soon end up in Maine, or either or, beat the trend and find myself in Argentina doing the tango of the sublime. If you hadn't tried to tango, you should definitely research into the prospect.
I am in a reflective mood today, though not really certain upon the reflection. I probably stumbled upon reflective moods, especially when they revolve around lockpicking an apartment at 3 o'clock in the morning.
"Ash Bash," I said simply, "That story had a terrible ending."
"I agree." She replied.
We both nodded our heads in unison and gave respective high fives, and low fives, and the random three finger dive.
Tigrillas are yum.