  A day well spent. Save for the delayed reaction on the part of the insurance company. Still I walk around with a broken ankle. Theres like one single spot that screams at me when I put my foot down. Maybe because it remains so localized, I can ignore it and go on with my day. A day that was marked by good old fashioned girl time waltzing through a mall with two lovely girls looking for purses.
Yeah, try n swallow that, you friends who know me rather well. Not only did I enjoy it, I did it all on a broken bone. Gabe has such a marvelous bone structure going on for him. I keep apologizing to morgen for using the adjective, but I stick with my assessment; hes beautiful. His eyes, his skin hes fit. Just because I dont want to have sex with men doesnt mean I cant be a qualified judge of them!
What children those two will create At lunch, Im trying hard not to watch the tennis match being aired on one of the screens lit up in the place. A match of Andy Roddick and Marat Safin. And I spoke of my oath to be forever straight if I could breed with Andy. Im strangely in love with him, if only for his beautiful mouth. Which Gabe has too, but thought better than to make the connection verbally in mixed company. Being that his fiancis sitting with us, a girl I once kissed in a moment of drunken silliness.
Im so thrilled for those two. Really, theyre like the ideal couple to me. theyre both interesting and developed theyve passions and intellects, and they seem so perfectly matched it makes me recognize the inherent lack attached to my lifestyle. Im jealous in some lights, its disturbing for me to look at, my exclusion from that reality. But today is not one to dwell on the lack or the darkness. I think Ive earned a respite, a break from all that self-induced stress.
I slept last night without grinding my teeth or chipping one. Im on a strict plan to make sure that trend continues. Why do I wait until I accumulate that much obvious empirical evidence to support a theory before I take measures to repair the problem? Why always the extremes? Yuans class brought up an interesting point today re: Lyotards The PostModern Condition. How empirical science gets x-amount of funding while learning how to feel (not think) gets little to nothing.
Just imagine if your inner world was as financially lucrative to investigate as is your outer environment. And if those funding this research hadnt made their billions by selling petrol. Why on earth can we develop Photo Shop for instance. Anyone able to get to the full capacity of that program? No. because its too complex and wonderful.
So, why  with that- why are we still without a decent electric car? Funding. Whats invested in. Theres a new CD circulating out there among the ltwr girls if you happen to get ahold of it, my apologies. Its all my fault ;) I should just start a thread here for comments. I know Ill be receiving them soon anyway 
