dc is uptight. for real, uptight. more uptight than i am. even in clothes that fit a little too well for my comfort. conversations about love are in my head - real and imagined. last night, in between deep inhales and extended exhales, i caught myself wondering if i had walked away from the few people i have been in love with because i've never really believed that my capacity to love them on their own terms was as much as they deserved. i had a moment. with myself. but then i thought, well shit, i've only been in love with 2 people anyway. and i might've walked away from one, but they both walked away from me in one way or another. just, i didn't really fight for either one of them the way i could've maybe. the day love can be controlled is the day i won't want it anymore, but the day that the compulsive part of me might finally join in on the ride.
speaking of which, here's a wonderful new joke (thanks, molly!):
knock, knock.
who's there?
control freak. okay now you say control freak who!
haha. i'm chuckling on the inside just writing it out. sigh. it's hard to find good jokes like this anymore. speaking of which, i managed to come home from cleveland with 3 new books and - wait for it, wait for it... - that's right. a 2-in-1 game board. on one side is candyland. flip it over, and it's chutes and ladders. it doesn't get much better than that.
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