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yellow mellow?
...written on 2003-06-10, @ 1:20 a.m.
"Do you realize that when you write about someone, they are immortalized forever in time?" - me
Whoa. That was taken from three years ago.
last year . . . where was i?
Oh right - I was sitting at Emporium at that cute little cyber cafe - taking care of my bills online, checking my e-mails and what not. . .
a year before that?
I was on a boat to a secluded island . . . no boys - well, none that were romantically involved anyway. . . (except for "baby boy" . . .but that's a different story)
and even a year before that?
I was taking summer classes - and dawdling along with my most recent spring semester production. And crushing on that adorably cute BMW guy . . . *sigh*
Last year - I was weighing out the options of breaking a newbie's heart. And of course I followed through. I most often usually do. I don't usually return to old ex's. I don't think I ever have. . . .
The year before that - I wanted to go to the island so I could have some time away from him . . . true our relationship had just begun, but I already needed breathing space. So I ran away. . . .
And three years ago - I was . . . . . what was I doing ? Flirting and gallavanting about town with many boys. . . and re-hashing my "gender bender" experiences.
Okay - I'll admit it - I like kissing girls. They're soft and squisheeeeyyyy!
As I look back and read upon those years - those memories that are all mine alone . . . I feel somewhat envious of who I was back then . . . always up and down on a crazy emotional roller coaster . . . fun nonetheless, but too drastic for me now.
I used to type out such long drawn out stories . . . such vivid detail of every single aspect of my days. I guess, my only excuse now is that I should be older, wiser, better . . . (*cough cough* prettier, thinner, funnier . . . hey! i might as well toss that into the mix!)
I still return here to visit those old times . . .
And when I feel a little nostalgic . . . I come here . . . and it makes me a tad bit sad . . . a teensy bit happy . . . but no regrets.
I'm just mellowing out I guess . . . dang it. . . . . just like that - I'm turning into an old cat. Mellow is good.
"i'm just mad about saffron / saffron's mad about me / i'm just mad about saffron / she's just mad about me
they call me mellow yellow / they call me mellow yellow / they call me mellow yellow . . . "
(haha. i made a punny. i'm mellow. and i'm yellow! - well - i thought that was funny . . . )