I'm sitting here in my dorm, and it just now occurs to me...

I'm not a safe bet yet.

Besides patience, care, attention, an open ear, comfort, and deserving affection, what else do I bring to the table? Wiat, who am I to type these things about me? Isn't this supposed to be written by ex-es or something?

I looked in my bag, and you know what I saw?
A big bag of nothing.

It was an interesting night, to say the least.

I'm just hitting my down time. It's probably because just about 20 mins ago I heard a famaliar voice. It wasn't her, because there's no reason for her to be in Austin. And she was a bit shorter. But it haunts me. I hate it. I'm gonna be in one of those moods for a while. In fact, I think it's time I start my vacation.