Bringing Out the Zen
I'm having an intellectual love affair with this bitch I met in one of my classes last year. We are so creepy together. We're like ...
Well, I don't know what we're like. Mind is shot. Can't come up with something witty.
Anyway, point is we have fun together. We're mind-blowingly cool with each other. This results in moments that are way too zen for me to believe. For instance, on Tuesday, we're sitting in a movie theatre and I say to her, randomly, "maybe I die every night and am born every morning." Then she says, "Maybe every time I look at you, you look brand new."
WTF? See what I mean? We're creepy.
I don't even know where it comes from.
Well, I don't know what we're like. Mind is shot. Can't come up with something witty.
Anyway, point is we have fun together. We're mind-blowingly cool with each other. This results in moments that are way too zen for me to believe. For instance, on Tuesday, we're sitting in a movie theatre and I say to her, randomly, "maybe I die every night and am born every morning." Then she says, "Maybe every time I look at you, you look brand new."
WTF? See what I mean? We're creepy.
I don't even know where it comes from.
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on April 06, 2006 at 12:06 AM.
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