The most profound thing I’ve ever seen scrawled on a bathroom stall…
Amidst the standard, ‘Call Lexy if you’re feeling sexy’ and ‘For a good time call…’ messages written on the stall door in a public restroom, I saw this message;
“I saw him, I liked him.
I liked him, I loved him.
I loved him, I let him.
I let him, I lost him.”
It just felt like something that needed to be shared.
In other news, I’m still busy and don’t have a lot of time on my hands; I haven’t written anything new this weekend but for ‘Faceoff’ (I woke up at three in the morning yesterday to scribble that one down before going back to bed) and this mediocre scene thingamabob that I may or may not post here later. Tomorrow is a new day… I should be around then, and I’ll catch up on all the blogs I’ve been missing and all the comments I’ve yet to have a chance to respond to. For now, I’m off to chase Kara some more; the Easter bunny got her all hopped up on sugar and now she’s running around like… well, like a kid hopped up on sugar.
Have a good one folks!