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man I really missed the early AM’s.  Nothing I’d rather be doing than discussing heaven and hell on the kitchen floor with near strangers and not strangers.

We threw a party.

I miss good talks. So tired of gossip. on and on and on. I need to really really really just talk to someone.  Will make that happen this week.

I feel a bit stagnant.  Oh well, that can’t last forever.  Either I get bored enough to take drastic measures, or I just hold out until I leave for Europe.  (Less than a year!)  I don’t even particularly want to go there if I can’t get Tomorrowland tickets, but I’m sort of locked in to backpack throughout the whole place with my friend. Oh well, it will be fun, even if its not my first choice travel destination.

(Will I be single then?  Do I need to know at this point?)

I can barely imagine having a good reason to not be with him.  Man. being single.  I used to be so comfortable with it, but I don’t know how I could transition back to that.

live it up until you remember what living is

 I’m all out of Atmosphere lyrics so I threw a different title on here.
Salsa, Rice, Moshpits, and the Love I have for your Soundproof Basement
There is something splendid about
a Peruvian man leaving the rice to burn
because he is unable to keep himself
from dancing
when a good Salsa song comes on
there is something exquisite and wild about a woman
eyes closed
paying uncontrollable obeisance to the rhythm
thrilling to the beat
waxing and waning to the sound waves
there is something gorgeous about the
the movements that occur in synchronization with the vibrations
the blurring of the line between sound and limb’s poetry
fantasia’s demise comes softly, unanticipated
followed by dazed wakefulness
surprised to see walls and ceiling
surprised to be alive in
only three dimensions
If you haven’t figured this out I love dancing more than most things.  And this is the only good thing I’ve written in a while.