That seems to be the norm here right now. Sure it will start off sunny and hot, just like any other typical central Florida day. There’s a false sense of normalcy because you think you’ll be able to enjoy yourself outside once 5p comes around. Perhaps you want to play a quick little game of basketball, or play a nice game of tennis, or perhaps even freaking take a swim. NO, you can’t! The clouds roll in slowly as if they knew you were looking forward to being outside, then out of now where all hell breaks loose. There’s lighting bolts all over the freaking place, the ground shakes each time they strike. Perhaps you’re watching a movie at the time or maybe enjoying a quick game online with fellow nerds and then the power goes out. Great, I’m in the dark now and I can’t take a shower or listen to my music because you’re live in fear of being struck by lighting bolts. This happens everyday, imagine that.
Moving on to more turbulent matters, yesterday it was made aware to me that some people still keep a journal/diary. Hear me out before you tune me out. I’m not saying it’s not a good idea (sorta of Jr high) but I think it can be detriment (you’ll read back on crap that you should of let go) and it will just take you back to feeling like you felt when you wrote it (shitty or very happy but are you really writing about stuff that made you happy?) My whole qualm is that some emotions shouldn’t be shown on a physical piece of paper for the severe consequences that might occur if someone else read them (perhaps a current boy/girl friend with jealous tendencies) and because then there’s proof that you were a homo at one point. I mean I write poetry because that’s the kind of guy I am. I’m touch with my feeling (I’m a total homo).
Ok one more thing, where the hell is Susie? Supposedly she was moving to NYC and living in a loft but I haven’t heard a thing about whether she made it there or anything. If you’re reading this (which I hope you are) give a dude a ring, I seriously want to come and visit. I said that about L.A but that whole 3hr time change was really bringing me down.
Jess don’t talk to the odd Bahamian men and keep KK away from them too, she too nice to strange people.