I don't know what the hell's been going on over here (ok, so I do but really things just are roughly flowing - basically pushing me in some directions that I almost don't seem to be able (or want) to control. like I just got out of the lazy part of the river and entered some fast rapids.) I like the potential, the ride, and am very optimistic about the direction of this flow.

I just found myself pitching ideas that sounded big.

big in scope
big in concept
big in implications

Holy Fuck:

Me sitting at a table drinking some coffee.
a strange introduction.
Them admitting to hearing a lot about me.
concentration on the hand-shake.
Me looking at the floor and probably blushing.
consious effort to be social.
Them smiling with semi-secrete knowledge gathered from reading The Book
a hurry to return to anonymity

So many god damn fucking FUCKS. I hope every god damn one of you knows who the fuck you are - and I hope you can't sleep at night because you know you're such a worthless piece of shit. Stay awake - forever - every last one of you, you fucking idiots.

It's funny how some things can be so different but at the same time so easy.

I don't understand it - and strangly - don't feel the need to.

Coffee and I both bought an electric toothbrush last night and I am still not convinced that it is either

OK, so it looks like almost one/2 month has passed. everything and nothing has happened. funny how both can be true. OR CAN THEY?