2004-03-25 - 9:43 a.m.
oh the joys of reverse internet stalking via referrer stats . . . someone's thinking of me. 3:30 a.m. saturday morning doing yahoo searches from that shenendoah mountain town that apparently revealed my yankee accent. spelling my name correctly.
funny, i've been wondering quite a bit lately myself. but i'm riding it out, waiting til the agreed upon moment. in may 2000, driving home from a rather adventurous day at the beach, we acknowledged the drift and made a "no matter what" pact - in 5 years, we check in with each other. check up on each other.
of course we weren't bright enough to walk away at that moment. we had to stretch it thin across several continents, in hondas and 747s and big rigs, through phone lines and fiber optic cables and the pony express, with drugs and jesus and sexual dysfunction and drugs again. one last quake (some truly memorable rage), an aftershock or two, and it collapsed. finally final.
it's still too early for nostalgia, so i'm sticking to the rules. library science homework's gonna have to fulfill curiosity about me for the next 14 months. oh internet deities, please don't let him write.
