Saturday, December 26, 2009

Thomas is waiting for me outside.

I think I am successfully growing further and further away from my biases toward women because of our Panera talk.
I don't paint or resent people who are better than me, so your idea won't be stolen.
Unless...someone else is reading???
Our ideas are exposed to tides of bored internet surfers, who have the ability to copy and paste what they like into a hard drive somewhere and hold on to it until they need it.
This does not bother me. It happens regardless of where you go, who you talk to, what you think.
We are all 1% different from each other.

You can steal my ideas any day. Because I love you and I know that any way that you express my ideas will be at least 1% different from the way that I would have expressed them.

That 1% will be you and that 1% is everything. Essentially, we all do this one way or another.

Check out my new crush:

Hugh Dancy

Matt Fontilla paid our electricity bill for Christmas. I can't believe it. I have money to spend now and I don't know what to do with it or how to let Matt know that I appreciate what he did for us. I am so full of love right now. I think it may be in part influenced by the Cold Mountain Soundtrack that is playing in the background and all of the nice things my mom is saying about me to her friend on the phone. I wonder who it is?

Remember when we were having Car Talk and we didn't have much to talk about but we did mention something about my car battery dying soon? Well the very next morning my car didn't start. I had to call AAA and the guy who helped me was really nice. He seemed surprised that I drove the car that I did because I looked so fancy that day. The weird thing about all of this is that ever since he jumped my car the battery has not died and I know I need a new battery really bad. Things like that always happen with you and only you. It's like the world and occurrences function the way they should. As opposed to when I'm alone and everything feels hazy and unbelievable. I ask myself "why?" so much when I'm alone. With you and even Josh it's different. I feel anxious because Thomas is waiting for me but I really wanted to write something long. Forgive me if it doesn't make much sense. I can't think fluidly under these conditions.

I'll be back soon my friend.
-Carmen

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