"It was no accident that you and I met."
Been gone awhile, sorry. Why do I even keep this thing then, huh?
Well, I'm here to let you all know that posts will be even more scarce til I activate the phone line in my room. Momma decided to cut the cord- the internet cord, that is. I'm doing some research and have decided to go with yahoo. They're on this $12.99 deal and I'm going to TRY to activate it before I leave for my trip on Friday. We're heading for the sun and this could not have possibly have come at a better time. We'll be back sooner than I'd like to, but I'm not gonna bitch about it.
I worked a wedding at Rascals on Saturday. I wondered why anyone would have a wedding at Rascals, but whatev. It was depressing.
You know what else is depressing? These people that just walked into the library computer room that don't know how to sign onto the internet. God help em. Soon, we'll be running our families on computers. Oh wait, we already do.
I met the most intriguing woman last night. Her name is Marge. She's in her 70's, I'm speculating, but so very bright. We talked about social inequality, and I gave her a list of books she should read. She saw my book on the counter-top and we started to talk about it. The book is "Blaming the Victim." The book itself is about social inequality.
We talked about that and we talked about family and how important the family unit is, but how underappreciated it is. She told me that it was no accident that she and I met. I believed her. Certain encounters can never be accidental. Our only duty is to see that.
Well, I'm here to let you all know that posts will be even more scarce til I activate the phone line in my room. Momma decided to cut the cord- the internet cord, that is. I'm doing some research and have decided to go with yahoo. They're on this $12.99 deal and I'm going to TRY to activate it before I leave for my trip on Friday. We're heading for the sun and this could not have possibly have come at a better time. We'll be back sooner than I'd like to, but I'm not gonna bitch about it.
I worked a wedding at Rascals on Saturday. I wondered why anyone would have a wedding at Rascals, but whatev. It was depressing.
You know what else is depressing? These people that just walked into the library computer room that don't know how to sign onto the internet. God help em. Soon, we'll be running our families on computers. Oh wait, we already do.
I met the most intriguing woman last night. Her name is Marge. She's in her 70's, I'm speculating, but so very bright. We talked about social inequality, and I gave her a list of books she should read. She saw my book on the counter-top and we started to talk about it. The book is "Blaming the Victim." The book itself is about social inequality.
We talked about that and we talked about family and how important the family unit is, but how underappreciated it is. She told me that it was no accident that she and I met. I believed her. Certain encounters can never be accidental. Our only duty is to see that.
posted by LoveisLife4Nen at 12:52 PM
