Logbook » Sex and Candy
written by owen, published 2007-May-21, comment
I feel like I haven't written in weeks. My state of randomness has settled to stream of consistency like a very salty river on a perfectly horizontal plain below the gravity of a small square planet at the singularity. I am living too much in the present. Help me out of the state I'm in. I know I'm not a hopeless case. I wish I was the Hero that never sleeps. Its a beautiful day. Girl you better have fun no matter what you do. Loving in style.
Its been 3 weeks of utter torture since my birthday. The best days of my life. I ordered the wrong thing from the Chinese lady. I thought it was Chow Mien but instead it turned about to be Mala Chicken. My tongue still hurts from the lack of sweet, sweet, sweetness. But instead of leaving that girl alone, I punish my self. I'm good at being uncomfortable. Spending late nights out, instead of sleeping, working, having nothing to do or doing what I've always done. Its all been done before. Its only a matter of time. I'm tired and bored. Multi-tasking. Calculus 2.
The Chemist in one of her moments of disparity said that should the case arise that she should turn 35 and unmarried then we should mix genes. Maybe the fumes where getting to her as it has many a woman. If it makes you happy it can't be that bad. So I asked her why not sooner. She said I should sow my wild oats. You can't tell when a person my be in a puddle on the floor in front of you. When sooner or later is over. Who is to tell what sort of person I may be in 10 years or worst yet how crazy she will be. Law of diminishing returns. The power of wanting you near. Seize the moment.
