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Thursday, August 06, 2009 |
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Beautiful plans
Location: 20:00, yest, leather couch on 73rd Mood: still hot Music: I was following though with my beautiful plans
Him: Ran into your ex the other day...she didn't really want to talk about what happened with you two. Me: Don't blame her - wasn't our best moment, if you will. Him: Y'don't hate her? Me: ( thinking) Put it this way - if y'were a 31 year-old chick in a happy, stable, relationship, would you throw it all away on some meaningless flings? In other words, how much of a ______ would I have to be for her to do that? Wasn't our best moment. Wasn't my best moment. But I'm trying to be better.
Her: He and I were married 10 years. Now we're not. I had all these plans... Me: Yeah, y'had all these beautiful plans. Now you gotta come up with new ones. And you will. Right now, y'think of them every minute yeah? But in a while, it'll be every other minute. Then it'll be every other hour. One day you'll realize, y'didn't think of them, or him, all day. Then someday months'll go by when y'don't think of them. Her: I can't imagine that... Me: That's what I thought. Since I'm probably older than you, two random thinks I've learned: ----------
Had a condo board meeting today. Tried several times to resign as president. Nope. It's like being in the mafia. Damn that Asian work ethic...
YASYCTAI: Write yourself an email and send it on a delay, like five or 10 years. And start it off with, (NAME), it's you. Sorry for screwing you. Also, sorry for eating alla those donuts and smoking, dude. Really...(10 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com
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Labels: dialogue, discussion, hope, regret
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009 |
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Wish I never was
Location: my pad Mood: sotted Music: wanna hear those sugar bells ring Wish me, love, a wishing well
Paul just left. We were in our fencing class and he stopped by for some rum. He just became friends with an ex of mine on Facebook; hadn't thought about her in a while. Mainly cause I remember what a lout I was to her and what she did to get back at me. Probably deserved a lotta it, if not all.
My hands don't shake as much these days. In fact, can't remember when they last shook cause I get more sleep these days.
My sister came by the other night while I was making a ton of food (chili, of course) and slept right through the racket I was making. There's this saying that a clear conscience's the best pillow. It's a silly thing to be jealous of but I am.
Do you think I write alla this cause I'm vain? Doesn't really matter, I guess. But parta why I write is cause I've made made some dreadful mistakes and wouldn't want anyone to repeat them.
Y'ever see Le Retour de Martin Guerre or Sommersby? It's about a guy that'd rather be hung as a criminal than ever be the man he once was. It's based on a true story. I get it.
Cause a sound night's sleep's the reward for good people that do good things. And people like me? Man, we just lie awake with our terrible things, wishing we did things differently.
Him: Nah. You can't wish that. Me: Why not? Never wanna be that guy again. Him: Cause you woulda never been the guy you are now, if you weren't the guy you once were. YASYCTAI: You should say you're sorry. If only for yourself. (10 mins/2 pts)
Labels: dialogue, regret, story
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:: Posted by Me @ 1:35 AM ::  
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008 |
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Safe
Location: home Mood: indescribable Music: All your grief At last, at last behind you
Dear Grandma;
Went home last night because mom wanted to talk. She told me stories I already know but wanted to hear again, mainly because they're so hard to believe.
Like how your mom sold you for seven dollars when you were three because she had no money. And that when you heard your mom died three years later, you ran away to change her clothes because you didn't want her to be dressed in rags.
I think when I was six, all I wanted in life was more food. I'm 35 now and I still think of food way too much. Well, you remember how fat I was...
Mom cried again when she got to the part where you came back and they beat you. She said you didn't deserve such a hard life. No one does.
But you were tough. Mom's tough like you. She thinks I get my temper from you, which, by the way, I'm working on. I told her it was probably more from my lack of sleep. Speaking of sleep, I thought of a line that goes: We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. But I digress...
I do think that I got my eyes from you. Oh, and Aki and I have this weird talent I think we get from you too; mom says that if you ever saw anyone knit something, you could recreate it. well, Aki can play any song he hears on the piano and I can do something similar with a sword - which is admittedly pretty useless but is good cocktail conversation.
Been meaning to say I'm sorry - again. That I broke my promise to you. It keeps me up at night, the regret. It eats me. As does the fact I couldn't go to say goodbye. Yours was the only promise I've broken in years, I think. I had a really good reason - I'll tell you about it some time.
Mom says that your funeral was packed - even your real father's entire family came. Because you loved them even though there was no reason for you to. I meet a lot of wealthy people here in the big city but they're all labels and show. I know it's wrong, but I feel it's somehow cosmic justice that you ended up more successful than all of them.
You know, mom made the right choice coming here, she really did. The best thing about this corner of the world is that no one ever asks what we come from, only where we're going. But I don't forget what I came from. Who I came from. In fact, I don't forget anything.
I guess the main thing is that I wanted you to know that your oldest daughter's safe. You can rest because mom's safe. We're all safe.
Really.
You would have been 87 today. I pray that you get the grace and mercy in the next life that you didn't get in this one. Happy birthday.
L
Labels: family, goodbye, nostalgia, regret
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:: Posted by Me @ 12:01 AM ::  
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Friday, May 23, 2008 |
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Armed and Dangerous
Location: my childhood bed Mood: wicked once again Music: another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
We all carry our homemade weapons with us. The everyday items that, when against the wall, we flick out and stab others with.
My intellect instantly becomes arrogance; wit, sarcasm; focus, aggression. Faster than the blink of a teary eye. It's parta why I don't curse - that's just gas on a fire.
At some point in every relationship, you got that split-second choice on whether or not to draw those weapons. Once those daggers come out, man, there's no going back. There's no putting toothpaste back inna tube.
A monster, No. 6 once said of me. We'd such a bloody end; I said things no one should ever say. Then again, so did she. Just spoke to her not that long ago. My fine handiwork's still in her voice.
Cause I'm the skillest with my sharp objects. The killest with my blunt instruments.
Every fencer knows to take care when drawing. Cause you're always just as likely to cut yourself as your adversary. I don't recall a time I ever drew first and didn't cut myself more. Not once. And I'm never unarmed.
The skillest and killest. It's a horrid gift.
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A different girlie:
Her: Hey Logan. ( pause) I'd like to be friends. I think we could be friends. Me: I'd really like that.
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