droodle

is anyone else familiar with the concept of the turducken? if not, go here. now. believe me, you need to know.

in other news, i think that my brain has officially left the building. or perhaps it never came in with me to begin with. one never really knows with my brain.

anyway. i'm partaking in an activity this evening against which i have been counseled strongly by a raft of my nearest and dearest. and yet, i run to the fire willingly. tonight, i'm going to meet up with he, the most infamous of ghosts, the one who derailed me for much longer than any boy deserves to, no matter what he does to me. or fails to do, as the case may be. wang thinks it's a terrible idea, that it's going to be like punishment. biscuit has warned me to behave myself. to be honest, i'm not entirely certain what everyone is so worried about. i mean, yes. this boy fucked my shit up. but i'm a different person now. i've spoken to him for fifteen minutes in the last nine months. and i'm okay with that. i don't even think about him. most of the time.

honestly, i don't know what i'm looking for tonight. consciously, i don't think i'm looking for anything except a chance to catch up on gossip. and a navigators' cd. but who knows if my subconscious is working against me. sometimes i question my own motives. i don't know. i'm certain it will be trauma free, frankly. but you'll hear all about it anyway.