Flash heat when I think about the slowness of change. I think about this because of the high school class that I spoke in front of for PFLAG today. It was a great class; good questions. The "kids" (and man do they look like kids) were very insightful. We found out at the end of the class from one of the administrators that a parent had called to protest our presence there. Flash heat for sure.
Hahaha...remember that dream entry about the neighbor boy. We've since gained an evening of observation among friends. It's funny to see the ways he will try and find to speak with Randy. Flash heat. I'm not completely healed yet. Maybe my expectations are too high to be healed. I still love him. That had not ever been in question.
D.R. will be re-signing the lease with us, but will be looking to buy his own house before the end of the lease.
I stayed up last night IM-chatting with Alex, the newly crowned Miss WET Chunti Princess of the greater Inland Empire. He's such a nut. In some ways he reminds me of how I used to idealize before I made certain choices. I enjoyed picking apart websites until I realized I had to go to bed to wake up for the class this morning.
Smushy Time. Hahahaha... I love it.
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