Friday, April 2, 2010

I was laying in bed last night, fiddling around Facebook, of course, what else is new.  And I started this message to this dood, I got a call, had to take care of something so I never finished it.  And then I went back to rewrite it, and I thought, what's the point?

I'm all about technology propelling the state of modern romance–hell, it's practically my bible.  Tragically, so.  But it's all so pointless.  This back and forth online banter levied with subtext, but it doesn't get anywhere.  I've never been one to keep my mouth shut when I find a guy particularly attractive, but as of late, everything's been so superficial.  He's got nice shoes, I like the way he moves.  But what's the physical to anything real?

It's sunny as fuck outside, and I kind of wish it were raining.

Anyway, off to start another day.


ClaireyMary said...

kim, i love your writing. can you please write a novel already so i can replace jane green?

ilk said...

i go to write emails and get about half way through them with such ardent passion and drive, and the slightest thing that happens and i get off task i save it as a draft. then i really forget for a while and find those unfinished works and laugh at the ridiculousness of a direction that is utterly lost. my draft box is filled with them and i never get the heart to erase them, they feel too fleeting to be just disregarded. i like to think of them as frozen thoughts in time. i know i wont ever finish them but its still nice to be there. haha. miss you kim chi !