All Points Bulletin!!!
This is an all points bulletin for Grant's guts. Have any of you seen my guts? My guts are missing and I would like them back.
Sometime this evening, during the numerous trips that were required because of stomach distress, my guts appear to have escaped. I would like them back.
Please, if any of you see my wayward guts, please send them home. We miss them.
That is all.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
I don't understand. Maybe the inability to understand things is something that everyone else can live with. It almost never happens that I don't understand something. I just seem to 'know', even when there's no reason why I should.
And yet this . . .
I can't put THIS into any form that makes sense to me. I can't analyze it. I can't fix it. It just is. . .
I don't know what to do with emotions of mine, that won't be fulfilled. I didn't ask the world of her, nor expected that I'd recieve that much. A friendly smile, which she has in volume, and the occasional nudge towards familiarity was all I needed in the right now. But apparently that's too much. What do you do when the someone else necessary isn't interested?
And yet this . . .
I can't put THIS into any form that makes sense to me. I can't analyze it. I can't fix it. It just is. . .
I don't know what to do with emotions of mine, that won't be fulfilled. I didn't ask the world of her, nor expected that I'd recieve that much. A friendly smile, which she has in volume, and the occasional nudge towards familiarity was all I needed in the right now. But apparently that's too much. What do you do when the someone else necessary isn't interested?