Began The Finished

"Spinning around again, I rub my eyes... this can't be happening."
-Imogen Heap, "Hide & Seek"

My left hands smells like bleach. Randy would be in heaven. So would my mom's cat. The smell reminds me of the indoor pool in Seattle when I was a toddler. I can still feel that water and see the steps. I've always loved the water.

Steve has been writing me every day for the past couple weeks. I didn't mean to scare him so, but when do I really mean to do this to anyone? My lunch and tour of Woodcrest last Wednesday was a brief, but happy reunion.

"The Path of Least Resistance" It's a song on the 3rd Moodswings album, Horizontal. Have I ever been on this path? Maybe I know when I am because of the boredom. Is it only in conflict that we learn the truths about who we are and face those truths? Can one grow by not being challenged?

I write less when boys are in the picture. I think it's because my mind is too tied up to focus on the words I want to use to explain anything. I think also that on a conscious level I'm aware some read this and that I censor myself. Maddening, I tell you. Censoring one's self is the ultimate in tactful brainwashing. Funny, I wrote about this almost one year ago: http://earthjeremy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_earthjeremy_archive.html#109584311431625544

Time to plan my evening.