I received an e mail from Keith tonight. Probably my last one because of the reply I sent him. I told him I liked him, well sort of. I don't know. I'm sure he'll feel the SEB vibe and ignore any other chances of contact with me. But, ya know what? I don't care. I'm sick of sitting here all the time wishing I would have told certain people how I feel. Well no regret this time. Besides he's far away now. It's not like we would've ever been close again. Or kept up contact. For awhile longer it might have been fun, but why beat around the damned bush. And as for SEB she needs to butt out. She doesn't own him. Hell, he's not even in the same state anymore. So I figure what the hell. Why hold it in this time? Rejection is my friend. One of my best. And I know him very well. So, what's one more time? It doesn't matter. I'm sure I'll call myself stupid later on, but I'll forget about it. It will all heal like it usually does. Fuck it. Watched two movies today. Reviews. I AM SAM. Mentally handi-capped man has a baby by a homeless woman. She runs off. He raises child until age 7. Busted for soliciting a prostitute. Arrested. Child services investigate. Remove child properly named Lucy Diamond Dawson. (Lucy in the sky with diamonds). Etc. Etc. Gets child back. Everyone lives happily everafter. ABOUT SHCMIDT (Might be misspelled) About an old man, Jack Nicholson (The man). Retires. Loses his wife. Keeps contact with an African orphan. Travels in a 'home on wheels.' Runs into trouble. Other situations. Tries to stop his daughter's wedding. Etc. Etc. Gets a letter from orphan. Feels purpose in his life. Cries. The end. Weird movies. I'm getting kind of tired. Done for now.