In other news, I took it upon myself to strike up an IM conversation with
dulcinbradbury last night. I look at it this way, when we broke up for the third and final time, we promised to still be friends. Now, if we had stopped fucking then, that probably would have been good, but we didn't, mess later ensued, and for a long time, we weren't really on speaking terms. We've run into each other on a few occasions recently, Denny's runs, medival dance, and such. We've been polite, and social, but I'm interested in making an honest go at being friends. Or at least, getting to know her well enough that I have a feel for her character, and she for mine.Sudden realization- in a few months, when I'm back downstate, I'll be "Roadkill" again. How I've missed that silly, foolish nickname.
History lesson:
When I joined cub scouts in fourth grade, the Den Chief (a boy scout who turned out to help run a cub pack), Shawn Marks, saw me, and decided to start calling me Road Kill. His reason? Because I looked like one. I thought that was great, and started getting everyone to call me that.
