This blog entry doesn't exist

As I lay here in my drawers (TMI?) and try to write this, there's only two things I want to talk about...

1) My car
2) Her

Now, for 1, I don't even want to bring that shit up anymore. It's the most intermittent bizarre combination of electrical problems and I'm done thinking my car will be fine with each new fix. I'll just stfu about my car until it does something drastic.

For 2......well..... I'm kind of lost on where I stand here. I have this strange feeling, like this is actually going to turn into SOMETHING. Like, something that counts, something that's socially recognizable, something that will get me out of this rut. Yet at the same time, past experiences have sort of desensitized me to the point that the affection I SHOULD be feeling and showing, I don't really feel and show. But yes, I'm starting to feel something now.

Maybe I'm getting exactly what I asked for, and this is the "taking it slow" beginning that I dreamed of. Or maybe this is going to be a post I look back on and laugh at.

TIME TELLS THE STORY.