fork or spoon?

i saw that my chilean friend had some pictures up through MSN so i looked at them. seeing them made me wish. wish i had someone i guess. but then i looked closer and realized that his girlfriend really REALLY needed to trim her eyebrows.

but anyway i'm not going to feel sorry for myself. i've been running a hundred miles an hour all this week and only now have had time to pause and feel something missing. or what appears to be something missing. god i'm a teacher now, i feel like i should be engaged because every other teacher seems to be! of course that's not a good reason.

nah, not that i care. or do i? i'm not really in any hurry. i'm not even sure i even want to be engaged/married. not sure if i believe in it. so most of the time i just don't think about it. i've gotten over the obsessions and so i don't obsess over anyone anymore, which is good.

then i thought of spooning with The Ex. how nice it was to sleep in someone's arms.

oh and then he'd wake me up grinding his teeth and i would shove him with my elbow.

there are few things as bone-jarring as that sound.

but spooning is nice.