January 2009
3 posts
Ptah Hotep
I am reading my interpersonal communications textbook.
“Good words are more difficult to find than emeralds.”
Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks
I don’t know. This is a new year. A new semester. A new time in my life. Maybe I will start acting like it.
Maybe not.
I don’t know.
Every day I drive to work, I take m-5 to the exit at 12 mile. Every day, I wish that instead of taking that exit, I just drove onto the freeway and off. And came back when I was good and ready and satisfied with where I had been and what I had done and what I had seen. But every day, even though I wish and dream and pray that I could just go straight, I check my sideview and rearview mirror, move...
