Hey guys. It's down to the rule of the mother. She says, "Hey Bitch, get it out of your head that I ain't crazy. I'm gonna learn you one! I'll assume you've been using the computer for too long no matter what, and I won't let you do anything. Also, to make sure that you can't full any funny business, I'm going to stay home from work and complain. Too bad your dad isn't around anymore, because although I am fully capable of taking you to school, I'd much rather see you walk."
So, I write this post as fast as I physically can, while she is out of earshot and out of the room. Hmmm. This could be how it is for a while. I hope not.
In other news, I got my new shoes today. They are epic. Massively epic. I love the way the colors look, and I love the way that they feel even more. They are so light, flexible, and have such good traction that it puts my ratty old Vans to shame. Heh.
I should be roughly 1.3 times better at Parkour now. For sure.
Lastly, but definitely not least, let me talk about Jenny. I feel like I have been neglecting her. She is so nice and funny, and I don't ever talk about her in this blog, nor do I spend nearly enough time with her. I suppose it could partially be some inner selfishness, the desire to cling to that loner path that I have been on for the entirety of my life. (Contrary to popular belief, I am very self sufficient. I could go weeks without seeing people and not feel lonely.)
I really like her. A lot. I've told her that, and I'm pretty sure that she feels the same way. Something about it just feels... Right. When we're together, I'm happy. People talk about how odd our relationship is. Actually, it seems that most people are weirded out by it. I don't understand that. Is everyone else really that superficial? It's like I'm the only person who understands that there is more to a girl, and most certainly a relationship, than an incredible body. (Not that Jenny doesn't look nice. I think she's very pretty in her own way.) Inner beauty > Outer Beauty. Hands down. No contest.
If there's one thing I am sick of, it's people asking me how far I've gone with Jenny. I've gone as far as I need to go at my speed. Although I may say that I'm a one-base guy, I really am a classical romancer. Good things take time. It's hard to fuck things up going slow, but it's pretty damn easy to do it by going too fast. (Therefore, I always respond to their questions with a ridiculous story about insane sex-exploits. Sexploits?)
Keep it real.
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