Now that I turn into a tomato in front of my land lord...
Yeah.
I've been contacting people that I've neglected to keep in touch with the past few months. I hate losing touch. Touch is something that is too easy to lose.
Life just pulls us all out in different directions. No, I would hope that we don't "soon forget the things we cannot see."
A descision is at hand right now... I'm a little unsure. I don't want to kick anyone out. However it is so strange. I feel awkward sometimes around these two, they are practically married now and... That's just it I feel like an occupant in a married couple's place. Not to mention 2/3's of the people I know would pale at the thought of me living with a guy here. I can't describe why or how this gets to me. It does, and I don't like the way it feels. John will tell me to stay out of things before I even say anything. I try to be ignorant and impervious. I can be outwardly at least but. Really I can't be. I don't agree with all the fighting. I try to keep it their buisness but you know when you hear a man screaming out and a girl cussing back at him, it's hard to pretend nothing is going on. Or when he has to sleep on the couch. I want quiet sometimes. I loved how there seemed to be less anger here but that has changed since he has stayed here. Right at home again I guess.
I just...
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....can't finish a sentence?
Yeah, that happens.
I don't know about pale. And two thirds of us?
Porter and I are rather pale, but it's not at the horrifying thought of you living with some other woman's man.
Yeah...
I guess I can't really comment. I've never had to really share my house with a fighting couple, or some woman's man.
Heh.
And when I had "roommates" I was definately the creepy shadow kid, I'm sure. And our schedules were perfect: rarely intersecting.
So yeah, but not pale at the thought. I mean, you've seen me, how could *I* pale??
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