[short snipet from my life]
Nice crisp air brushes my cheek.
I was walking, or supposed to be jogging. But walks just work a little better sometimes.
I love moments like this"So who do you like better? *** or ****"
bah.
more and more of these questions. Seems everyone was so interested in my business as usual.
I try to focus on the walk more so than the conversation, but being the only two out at night it's kind of hard.
I told her the differences between the two "prospects" but realized thats not really what I was interested in. Is it so hard to ask for a friend? Why does this [blank] or [blank], whatever the choice adjectives were for the individual, have to automatically be pointed to the level of relationships.
We continued on our walk...question after question after question.
Smh.
I'll satisfy your curosity for now.
I started singing this song in my head. lmao
how my mind wonders in the middle of conversations.
I love my thoughts... they are what keep me up at night, much like this night. Only this tale will be cut short. Because that's how I roll... like and
eighteen wheeler.
Take that.
<3
