Re: Baskin/Robbins
[The picture in the envelope doesn't smell like anything.]
Thank you, Baskin. I'll find a frame for it and hang it up. If you want, after, I can send you a Polaroid so you can see it.
My facebook relationship status is 'It's complicated.' There's someone and we're working on it. I have no pets. I don't know that I long for love so much as I long for someone that wants me broken and cracked. Maybe that's love. I don't know. I've never had it. Why do you pursue something less than what you want?
I am probably also the selfish millennial type that's ready to pick up everything within five minutes and go. Anywhere. Everywhere. I am less obsessed with easy mobility than I used to be.
It doesn't, because I have too. I don't know that anyone that does know me would call me compassionate, but I'm okay with that. I'd rather be aloof.
I don't like the thought of a higher power that is supposedly all powerful allowing bad things to happen to people that don't deserve them. What kind of God allows that? You can have either one or the other -- a God that's all powerful and is a complete and utter dick, or a God that's compassionate that no longer has complete power.
Its exactly what I think hope would taste and smell like. If I ever find it, I'll buy two pints of it.
My wants are a source of agony for me. Trying to figure out my wants is more. Knowing what I want is no better if I can't achieve it.
I sound so angry, but I'm not. I am the rock between another rock and a hard place.