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5:17 p.m.
So Mr. Waters was walking out the door today or rather as he was about to, set his briefcase back on the ground came over to me, gave me a hug kissed my forehead and said "now you be careful with Jim's heart, it's fragile" or something to that extent, it was said rather quietly so only I would hear.
He's never done that before. I think he shook my hand when he first met me...four years ago.
For so long I've been terrified of Jim's dad. There are very few people that intimidate...four. He's one of them. It's strange really. I've never felt like that with his mom but given their relationship I probably should have. Jim's dad on the other hand...scares me. I still can't quite explain it, you'd have to talk to the man. He's quick...much quicker than me.
I realize this doesn't make much sense and it'd be hard to see how it matters at all, it does though, to me at least. That coupled with something his mom said to him about really wanting to treat me like part of the family but being afraid to because if he and I broke up she couldn't be friends with me anymore because it would be awkward...
it all makes me smile. a lot
She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run
Last Five Entries:
insert semi clever joke about not being able to spell something without R U here - 08.08.2005
- - 08.06.2005
well fuck. - 08.06.2005
it's all just a little bit of history repeating... - 08.03.2005
a quick update - 08.03.2005