Untitled - Anonymous

I'm thinking odd thoughts tonight. I think it's because I'm overly romantic in both the sense of relationship and ideology. I hate that word, ideology.

I want fifteen hundred good things and I want them all now and I'm too impatient to ration myself to one or two good things at a time.

I miss my friends. I have a friend who moved away that I miss. I have a friend that I drifted from that I miss. I have a friend I moved away from that I miss. In one form or another, it's all drifting or moving and I miss them.

I want a life like the Three Musketeers. They did as they pleased and tried everything they felt like trying and regretted some of it, but they lived. Am I the only person to think that phrase cliched? "they lived'. It's what you say of anyone you admire who's doing more or having more than you have. I don't want it to be cliched because I think the base idea is a beautiful one.

I'm moving. I'll be living on the ocean, watching the sunset over the water. I'm writing. I'm submitting short stories that I think are competent rather than overblown. I'm drinking wine sometimes. I've developed a taste for caberet savigoun, even though I can't spell it. I'm trying to be a Musketeer and I believe it's beginning to work.

- Ex