fartstravaganza

1st of all: fun. times. i felt like 5th wheel coming over (even though i was 4th), but wow did i need it. my life right now is... ransacked and on fire? purely-for-fun social times are a balm. i am so thankful for generous, welcoming people. i'm glad you didn't feel awkward (or didn't seem to, at least).

2nd of all: you cannot be serious on your tumblr. you cannot do this to me right now. confess ANYTHING else except that. there just isn't any excuse for something like that. perhaps i'm out of line replying... especially with the current embargo (which i myself instituted). but i just couldn't keep my cursor away from the reply button. how can you say something like that RIGHT NOW?!

sorry. apparently i've reverted to junior high. isaiah, let's handle this rationally:

the only plausible explanation is that it's someone else. thoughts of someone else prompted you to write that minutes after hanging out with me. it must be Ryan, or one of Ryan's friends. it's not like you had time to post whilst hanging out, right? so it could be any of those peeps. or maybe this person you love (but shouldn't) isn't even in town. maybe the fun times made you think of him.

that must be it. i must move on. my heart is complaining for some reason. shall i move on? let's move it along.

3rd of all: this is quite bad. i can't stop thinking about it. dang it. lemme start over.

3rd of all: you look really great in PJs. oh eff...

3rd of all: i love that confession-on-tumblr-time fell on a night when you drank. DANGIT--

3rd of all: music and smoking and talking with you today was excellent. not our best work, and lots of frustration and other negative-y-poos involved along the way, but laughter and harmony and theology and real talk and everything else good made up for it.

i feel like confessing as well, but that's pretty much the rest of this blog, so i'll leave you with this, Hypothetica: i wish the word 'confluence' sounded more affectionate and less academeec.

EDIT: i just posted something on tumblr about how being in love with you sucks. but i was roundabout about it.

take that. jerk.