i wrote three pages yesterday. i managed to write about politics and some women (not only the rain). theres not much left to say about the election, i think. people take up all of the opinions and i end up re-wording and using metaphors. and the women? woman, i guess. this one is not a girl. it's terrible that i've got my eye on her. it's impossible, and i'm creeping up to a cliff.. how exciting. i dont know what it is about this weather that makes everyone so cold inside. everywhere i look there are people trying to warm their insides with words of memories and creating new ones inspite. no, not inspite. i like my new memories. two adventures. two people i have never conversed with so much. sometimes going to the porn shop with someone is the funnest way to get to know them, ha. i never knew that people actually bought suction doo-dads to make their nipples larger. i also have no idea how to use a body sling or how "not yet - erection prevention cream" works exactly... and shannon doherty on the cover of play boy? yes. suprise! anyways, at the moment i'm at the coffee shop, and i want water. i'm going to go. lets home this gets saved. oh.. and that girl? the one without the love? i think she thought of me. i think it was me.