the way my mind works
it occurred to me that if i were to continue along this path, i may have to discontinue this blog or lose all my credibility as a researcher of sorts. unless i had no credibility to start with, of course. or be known among my students and peers as the emo loser. maybe the whiny bitch. i’m sure they would be able to come up with cleverer names than that.
standing at my window peering out at the rain, and trying to figure out where the enthusiastic ONE-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-s were coming from, i realized that the third floor of the building i was staring at was actually the school library, while the teachers’ office sat on the right-hand side of the same floor. one cardigan-clad m’am stood wistfully at the window. the thought crossed my mind that she might be watching me – parading proudly before my window in my pink underwear – watching her. two floors above, is the room where the cheerleaders hop around chirpily every saturday morning.
cryptic conversations.
work, and flights, and… presents, indeed, i remember we talked about. jealousy (which he had to look up), moods, instability. night and day and whatever-falls-in-between.
and the ultimate luxury of one of those strawberry jam-filled donuts from the donut plant with a hot chocolate, on a rainy day.
codes, codes, codes.
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