A Journal of Sorts
"you wanna save humanity but it's people that you just can't stand" ~ John Lennon ~ I'm back, so Ellen (introducing Ellen Degenerazz, so named cuz my initial reaction reminds me of the commedianne of similar name with a razzy sense of humor I like... it {the name} woll suffice unless she chooses a better name for herself... so whatcha think?) did not kill me in my sleep and we did not find mad passionate love at first sight... alas, the eternal search for the axe murderer of my dreams continues J I am sensing (and perhaps testing, huh?... hey, it could have been Degenerated or something... pick a name, any name) she has a sense of humor that can put up with me (and even with my rambles here, so look out world... or something like that)... first impressions are sometimes way off the mark, but I think we shall get along well enough to share a place... we seem to have some similar habits (so good and bad?... maybe that will help me improve mine he says with all the self-prodding of a feather)... looking at the reality of the situation, the place is small and full of stuff, so there's really no room for another person here... there's no couch, just a small love seat, and minimal floor space so sleeping will be really cramped if I stay here... and realistically my funds are not there for a move to a bigger place for at least 2 more weeks and more sensibly a month... so I'm looking at much discomfort and at least an aching back even if I am careful... alas, it's still much better than I was before meeting Ellen... and I feel like a new friend has been found, so there's the good news... for me, it's great to find a comfortable potential roommate where my libido will not get in the way so respecting boundaries will be no challenge (those weak and lonely moments can be challenging even for us self-sufficient folk, ya know?)... lucky for me Libbo is so narrowly focused (have you been to Libboland?)... that may be one reason I find it so easy to get close with people in this prudish world... I'd probably make a good priest... then again, as long as celibacy comes (or doesn't, actually) with the job, probably not (but that's getting off on another tangent again, huh?) J I wonder how she'll feel about this literary immortality that living with an online rambler like me as time passes (I should probably ask, huh?... well, she's already said I can use her real name in these journals, so that ought to tell me something... I'm not using her real name though... yet) J now if I can just get a little sleep, life might be looking up again J |
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