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traffic is a bitch. but still such an odd dynamic of our modernity. everyone with the same objective -- to get the hell outta here -- but going about it in with variations. cell phones galore, loud radios, pissed off middle fingers, horns, all the lane changing, cutting off, nose picking, day dreaming.... what have you. i'd like to somehow write a book about traffic jams -- the downfalls and maybe, with some aspects, bucking the civilizing process... who knows. speaking of book ideas -- i also want to write an interaction in bowling alleys across the US. i don't know where'd i go with it... but maybe the same premise as traffy jammies.

i miss his morning time eyes -- a lot. tomorrow when i wake up, i might think of his watery blue eyes in passing -- but not until i look at them on weekend mornings(after nights of falling in lake michigan dreams) do i realize that there is a constant ache in my everyday away. he's a good boyfriend -- the forever kind.