because the black space here deserves another post.

i don't do this for reward you know. that's why it's so flattering when people say my writing is tops, and they have been.

so let us engage in this ghetto telepathy.

if you think about it, it is. writing transcends time and space. you can read this anywhere, anytime. it doesn't matter where i wrote it. i could have typed it in my school lab, i could have typed it while i'm having spaghetti at home at my desk like i am now. yeah and i just got a piece of meat stuck in my teeth. you don't care, a week later after i type this, you'll be reading it, it doesn't matter where, and the piece of meat will long be gone.

but my thoughts are still here.

you know, i've permanetly lost 2 readers. so if you've stuck with me this long you either love me or hate me. The 2 people who swore they would never read this again are David,( for the post about his annoying boys 2 men music back when we were roomates), and Laura, (for the post about the sex, the only post i ever deleted).

Grace i think once swore off my lyrical crack cocaine, but its seems she's now once more doing a few lines.

Its amazing, that girl. While sitting on the toilet, I got an idea again. Don't worry, i didn't slip like Doc Brown in Back to the Future and bump my head, it was a genuine idea.

What is amazing is, the guy she stuck with for 2 years. I'm not at liberty to say the details, but, hastily, i'll say that she stuck with a man who did not love her enough, and loved him for it, and left me, a man who loved her too much, and hated me for it.

blah blah its more complicated than that, but i like to simplify.

i think he's learned, and i think i've learned. he's learned that he can't get away with shit like that. i learned some of grace's bounderies. and that we can still be friends.

He was a man of great menial importance, a do-er and a go-getter. I am a man of somewhat silent repose.

I wanna post on his site something like "na-na-na-nah, boo-boo" anonomously. Also I notice that many of his posts end with a question, probably means he's really lonely inside and reaching out for someone to contact him. Also I notice his posts are boring. Also I notice that he focuses and justified what he did to grace by saying he's changed. i say that doesn't change the fact that you did something un-repairable. you can't just drive a car off a cliff, strapped with a time bomb, and say, "aww hell, i learned, i guess i better not do that again, i'm sorry owner of the car, it was my fault." Don't fucking drive the car off the cliff, and don't strap the fucking time bomb to it, or else you better fucking be in the car yourself. CUZ UR KILLING ME, LARRY! ahahahahaha, ok............ its late. god, i should have posted that on his site too, lol.

thats my ultimate take on it. i'm sure she's quite done talking about it. well with that thought, i am too.

Now, my next subject is one time chance meetings. Say you meet a person, like I met May down there in the post before this.

Before that, a few more things I am, and how I see myself.

I am a man of strategy, commonness, and tactileness. lol, you could tack the word love after all of those i suppose, strategic love, common love, tactile love. I say cheesy things, things that are common, but they are things that are tactile, things that you can touch and hold onto. Tactile love.

Now take a word that could describe you. Not THE word that describes you, but just a SINGLE word that COULD describe you. Tack the word "Love" after it. It's true isn't it? You're that kind of lover.

I just discovered that. Not from a fucking chicken soup for the blasted soul book, but right now, blogging my brains out.

Let me get one thing straight tho, while I am common, maybe 25%, i am also uncommon, maybe 185%. oh, and uh, 2% lard or something.

I don't call people. If i do, its necessity. Thereupon, this is my chosen media to communicate to my friends. My beloved friends.

And i expect no calls, I actually run away from any conversation i know that will involve small talk. I absolutely hate small talk. Like a fat kid hates rice cake. ahah, 50 cent reference.

anyway from talking about ex, to talking about me, now i will talk about you. yes YOU.

my generic friend. a friend i look for, would have personality. much like one of the first things i look for in the opposite sex. they don't need legs, just someone to hold a conversation with, and someone who will laugh.

if u've ever laughed at me, you're probably my friend, if you've ever laughed with me, you're probably someone who's cool and my friend. if you've ever laughed around me, and i'm not laughing, you're probably someone i hate.

i don't look for tits and a heartbeat. i look for zits and a heart.

i'm posting this much maybe because i know i'll be busy with work and kareoke and frightfest this weekend, dunno if i'll have time to post, but that was just an afterthought, i really just got bored.

i don't know if this post was informatively witty sassy cool, or just George Bush-ishly boring. (another 4 years, Holy Magic Monkeys, hell NO!) so if you've read this far, congradulations, you're probably my friend too.

oh yeah, i never talked about the chance meetings, fuckit.... i'm tired....