So, I wake up around
noon today, after having being thouroughly
impressed by yet another great
Granola Funk Express concert.
Today has been a pretty basic
Sunday, very run-of-the-mill today, nothing too interesting. I drove my
mom to work, went shopping for a bike today.
Bike shopping his harder than I thought it would be. I really
want a
bike, to ride around and get in shape and all that, but it's tough to buy one for some reason.
I really like this Schwinn Karate, but I was kind of hoping to get a used bike, to save some
money, but I really like this bike, and there aren't many
decent commuter bikes that are used for sale right now.
Oh well, life slides by until the
weekend is over, then it stumbles and
trips over it's shoelaces.
I usually don't
update daylogs, even if something cosiderably exciting happens after I've finished a
log, but tonight.... tonight is different.
This evening I went to visit a certain
ex-girlfriend, who I hadn't seen or spoken to in a while (we've had our share of
bumps in the road). During the course of the
conversation I'd be telling her something and she would say "I know."
I didn't know what to think, I didn't know how she would know, since we hadn't
spoken in so long.
After being confused and writing it off as something she must have heard "through the
grapevine", I said "
How do you know?".
Her
reply shocked me.
She said "Oh, I read about it on
everything".
I'd told her about E2 a while ago, when she asked where I got some really
sick jokes and I said something to the extent of "This fucking
awesome site, Everything2.com".
So,
someone out there has been reading my daylogs.
Someone I care about has been reading my daylogs.
Yhea, I know
people read them, they get
voted up, they've been read.
What really touches me is that someone is out there reading
my daylogs, just
mine for the sole reason that they are
mine.
I know what you're thinking: "
Jesus, man, don't get a big head about it, you're still
pathetic."
We'll if that's what you're
thinking, don't you dare try to rain on my mini-
parade.
I've found that often times, I'm
touched the most by the smallest things, while
dynamic events fail to move me.
I think this is a good example of this, I mean, it isn't really a big deal, it's just a
nice thought... someone out there
reading what I
write, because
I wrote it and they
care.
Leacey, if you read this,
THANK YOU
.