so, after much sleep this week i’ve decided to write something…i’ve had swirls of so much i want to write, but nothing in shape and form. i’ve gotten the notion to write down some of my dreams into a story format, so maybe i’ll start “writing” again…anyway well, the recent, last night was very cool. i continually jinx things anyway, so why not again…but i don’t want to fucking be busted for “not writing” something or being disbelieved…. i met a very cool, very cute girl last night. and believe it or not…at the Depot. truly, the most unlikely place for me to ever meet someone. well, she was a friend of a friend, so i didn’t meet her of my own volition. well, we chatted, laughed, etc…touched and held hands, went to breakfast…and then just sorta ended. i keep wanting to think something got weird, but i’m fighting myself on that one. she got tired and we left, and me being a moron i didn’t ask for her number…so i talked to my friend and hopefully i can remedy that situation. and now i’m tired, i don’t want to fucking write. it was nice to touch skin again…skin that was willing and not judgemental…skin that was tender and nervous. oh, there is another…i have a good friend going through some major fucking shit right now, and i wish him the best, and i truly hope he listens to me and doesn’t try to blame himself for anything.