2001:July:29
2001
When will kristen be back? Maybe tomorrow. I'm working on something right now and if I finish it soon I'll show you and you. And you. Also, I can't send out e-mail right now because my Outlook Express doesn't want to go through cable to send mail and the cable people are unable to give me a password which would lead to a new email address... I fucking hate technology but I love the whole idea of soy beans and its many uses (most of which are lobbied right out of common knowledge). Anyway, I'm waiting on a friend and a thunderstorm just ripped through and last night I went to a party which wasn't fun or funny and people devoid of spirituality but full of themselves talked and talked and talked and it's getting to the point where my smile is being pulled down at the edges by cynicism and despair but it's ironic, you know. To notice these things while being those things. It must be me because I could still hear joyous laughter two blocks away when it was time to go. And it was time to go.
The night walk home was nice, though. As those few who live downtown turned down their cobblestone roads I kept walking through the tunnels of Wilmington listening to my footsteps and listening for other ones, too but even the muggers and the rippers are asleep by 4am.
I think I hear my friend.
