thoughts i am trying to get rid of
what if i pulled a felicity and followed a guy i don't know across the country?
i can spend the rest of my life alone. i just don't want to.
i wonder if desperation is of God or the devil.
i start two new classes tomorrow.
i am afraid of what i will find in england. i am afraid of what i will leave behind.
don't die.
i am scared richard is right.
i am tired of chasing. i just want to stand still.
i should take a nap.
i should take a shower.
i would get married tomorrow if someone promised to take care of me. and that scares the shit out of me.
i should go play the piano and sing.
i don't want a spiritual leader.
i wish it wasn't always all or nothing with me. i wish i wasn't so passionate. so spirited.
i wish i didn't think so much.
average. normal. yep, that's what i want to be. boring. that would work too.
i bet you a million dollars i won't get a phone call. one million.
i want to say the thunderstorm woke me up last night. but really, it just kept me company.
posted @ 2:40 PM
3 Comments:
what are you referring to, when you say you are scared if i'm right?
richard
never follow boys anywhere. let's face it, boys smell. in england you will find that riding on the top of a double decker bus is sort of fun and that the automated voice in the tube that says, "mind the gap" is rather plesant until you can't get it out of your head and you keep saying to yourself, "mind the gap. mind the gap." maybe you will find the guy from the streets and give him a big kiss for me.
richard,
i am scared that i might be an incredible person, scared that maybe not everyone will see it, scared that maybe someone will.
abby,
boys do smell. and i would happily kiss the guy from the streets...once for you and once for me. and i started my class today with richard allen. i told him that i was your friend lindsay. he was happy to meet the lindsay mentioned in abby's blog. he said you were one of his favorite people. i said, she's one of my favorite people too.
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