izkariote: (heartses.)
( Jul. 10th, 2005 08:43 pm)
The words escape me.

45 seconds of basking in his presence and watching him inscribe his essence upon my humble belongings was worth the nine-hour wait, the poseurs, the bitchy batchmate from my PLC days (Claudia Poon, if you must know. Yes, I am mean enough to say her name and I can say it a thousand times over in a thousand different public places if it means destroying her goody-two-shoes reputation in the eyes of one and the eyes of all) and the heat.

Love to all of you. I had the best meals of my life on that dirt-ridden, smelly sidewalk, waiting for the Stairway to Gaiman to open up to me.

Tomorrow I venture to the writer's forum (and miss Lit 112.1 class), where I shall see the face of the good Lord again (and then Lit 112.1 class will not matter from that point).

At this rate, I will become a believer.

I shall welcome starving. Stay tuned for tomorow for those who do not know why I've gone Zen.
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