more than I enjoy doing things I like with anyone, I enjoy doing anything with people that I like. (to put it in that cliche cryptic way)

Often served best with one other person. (Perhaps three if it's something like pictionary) Big groups are scary.

I was wondering how many ways there are to say "I miss you"
Then I realized that I only need one.

Though really, I'd rather not have to say it at all.

it's just a bit unnerving to have a friend openly acknowledge that they've read your blog that, so far, has only been accessible by people you'd never meet.

What trumps it are the warm fuzzy feelings of having found someone with whom you're comfortable sharing your bizarre little musings (and by you, I mean me. It's just a clever little story-telling trick of speaking in the second person to sucker you into seeing my world a little better. Kinda like it's the HDTV of blogging).

I think I better end this post before I write a poem about a kitty cat, a fluffy pink bunny, or something like that.

as I look through and see all my posts warning of the dangers of procrastination, I remember there's a binder on my lap with pages that need some more ink spread on them in a special arrangement so that another person can interpret it as meaningful responses (that is, I need to finish my homework)!

For some reason it makes me think of those smokers who warn everyone else that they should never start.

It's a whole new year
To make the same dumb mistakes
Damn humanity

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And when the world quits,
In frust and disgust for man,
Where will you be then?