tribulations

Barely into this new day.

The apartment is undergoing a slow transformation. The computer is in our bedroom now. It feels more intimate/cozy. What do we need space for anyway?

Ever had that feeling that someone was reaching out, trying to become friends with you but you just weren't interested or didn't want to return the effort? What's the PC way of handling that? Is there one? On the one hand, just be direct, tell the person that you don't want to take the time to get to know them, or say you don't have the time. But really, that's not a time consuming thing all of the time. It sounds like an excuse of some sort, when it really might be the truth. There's the indirect way of just not returning calls, saying you'll call but never do, or just "losing" touch somehow. How cowardly, yet common. What brings this to mind tonight? Perhaps I'm favored to have reflected all that I've written and have only now let myself type it out.

We've been enjoying the jibberish blasting through our neighbor's window. College students, apparently out on their own for the first time. There's definitely a gay boy from the stereotypical voice vacant of masculinity. They're decent about going to bed at semi-decent hours which doesn't keep us up. I guess the loud jibberish is a fair trade for broadcasting our own sexual intimacy from time to time.

"Sleeping Sattelites"---Tasmin Archer