Monday, August 28, 2006

....further Notes

What is there to think about? My god you’re torturing me.
Don’t be so dramatic. I said I need a little time to consider what we’re doing.
We’re in love. Right?
Yes, of course. Did I say we weren’t?
Then what’s this time you think you need?
Bryce, you know me. I like to think everything through, weigh the pro’s and con’s. I’m not some maverick who can just jump into something willy-nilly.

Plundering my thoughts with their knives, I am aware that some of the brain waves are no longer mine.

Well-read, good grammar, clean, yet he doesn’t do it for me.
Tina.
I mean it. I want some excitement. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life driving to soccer and dinner parties.

Drugs have a foothold in the country and will never be eradicated. The key should be not thinking about them as a problem or treating them as a disease but instead teaching people to use and enjoy them responsibly. Why crack is no more dangerous than automobiles. The difference? People are trained to operate automobiles.

The meeting had to be rescheduled. The suicide experts were unavailable due to it being so close to the Valentine’s holiday.

You want to think you’ve bought into the American dream because you had no choice. That’s selling yourself short.

I told my doctor about it and he recommended that I prepare my family for the worst.
So this is what you have come to tell us and why you look so…frightened.
Yes mama.
I am scared now too, Phillip. But I thank and pray God for his help and he will help us.
I’m not sure its in his hands.
Everything is in his hands. When I was pregnant, I prayed to have a beautiful, good boy and he gave me you. Now, I will ask that he not take you away, yet.

Shortwave radio was a short-lived phenomenon.

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