Live a Long Time

As we were packign up my computer tonight after I shut it all down, glenn turned up his computer as it played fleetwood mac's "Go your own way". I looked over at him as he turned it up and he just went "what" I was like seems like an odd song to play right now.

We went to dinner together at the lockspot (i bought), after we had set up my computer at my new place.

Its too quiet. I keep wanting to turn the music up louder and louder, but i dont think my neighbors would appreciate the extra noise. Its just so nice to have commercial free music again. WOO no more radio for me!

But its too quiet. No one to bounce ideas off of. No one to go hey, check this out. No one to just give a random hug, kiss or fondle too.

my mouth feels garlicy.
and I'm really going to have to find a less opprssive place for my(ivy's) mannequin. She is currently standing over my computers. Her amber red curls accentated by the pale woven cowboy hat. She does have quite the big hands for a girl however.

Somehow this all seems so weird. I used to sit at home all the time with no one to talk to without an issue... now it just feels cold sterile and lonely.

My music sounds different in here. Its not as vivid. But maybe its just my mind playing tricks on me.

I feel uncomfortable in the silence. In the lonelyness. To know that 'cept for laundry I have no reason to go to "our" house.

What will this teach me? what will this lesson in love show me? I dont know those answers yet.