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but that's all I've done all my life well... I just watched Pay It Forward for the first time... I don't think I've actually been avoiding it, but I haven't gone out of my way to see it either... I think I remember somebody telling me they think I'd like it, but maybe it was another film as the memory is way too vague to be recalled with any certainty... however (huh?... who?), it is fair to say (and accurate too) that I want (want is such an inadequate word here) somebody to know me well enough (let's start with completely) to know I would be profoundly moved by the film... even more, the often deeply buried (or so it might appear to the naked eye) burning desire for someone in my life that knows me well enough to drag me to see it... alas, I'm way too isolated for that these days... and then (subtle distractions, but who'd notice, huh?) I walked around a few minutes wondering what to do with the tears in my eyes (the history of jumping right into words and releasing inspirations seems to be more history than ever these days, but a few months doesn't completely change lifelong habits)... I suppose for the macho crowd I should not mention the tears and for the sensitive crowd I should mention they were on my cheeks too, but then this could all be window dressing designed to distract us from the main point and maybe even sneak you into some story where you are drawn into wanting to know more, but then who's paying that much attention to anything I might write here these days anyway?... don't all jump up at once now)... I turned on the NCAA 2002 video game (and found my roommate didn't play his game so rather than simulate his team I turned it off... so much for that distraction... then I reached for food, naturally (I mean, you're not here, remember?)... I sprinkled some sunflower seeds on to some sort of seafood cheese spread and added some bread to each mouthful, washed it down with a chocolate drink, and sat down in front of Space Cowboys with this laptop on my lap... hey, better than nothing, right? (on my lap?)... maybe... well... I sat down here with about two hours before I had to head out to work... that was almost an hour ago... the food and film (they just reached space and the intrigue begins... such macho stylings, but then, it's the wild west in space after all) have been fine distractions... after all, what could I possibly accomplish with mere words in just two hours... yawn... blah... squat diddly bo boo hey, some days are just like that J psssst... if you really feel like you missed something... let me know |
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