writing letters and a misplaced thought
I am working the night shift tonight and the hotel is sold out so I have a minute to put some thoughts down.
Earlier this week I wrote a pair of letters. One was a regularly scheduled letter to Devon letting him know what is going on in my life. I used an old template that I haven't used in a few months that goes breifly over each day of the week, then includes something I found amuzing that week (generally comic strips) and some questions at the bottom. This format is easy for me to write and Devon can't complain to loud about the format because at least there is something in his mail box. then after I had writen Devon I thought about an old friend I had not been able to get a hold of in a while, and I decide to write her a letter. I typed out a note asking how she was and giving an update about my life. I got both of them stamped and in the mail and it felt pretty good.
Then when I got home there was a letter for me from Devon. It feels really good to get a letter in the mail. Somehow they are differant then phone calls and emails and all those other convienant forms of communication that we generally use, and really it is worth the little bit more time and money it cost, so write a letter to somebody.
On a differant topic I now Know my family is reading this page and some how that makes it differant. This is a webpage and I never thought of it as private but for some reason it is differant writing things down knowing your mother may decide to read it. I don't know why I would worry about my mother reading it when I publish it so that millions of perfect strangers can, oh well it's is not like I do anything I could tell mom about anyway.
I had another thought but it seems that it has wandered off into the dark corner of my mind where misplace thoughts live.
Earlier this week I wrote a pair of letters. One was a regularly scheduled letter to Devon letting him know what is going on in my life. I used an old template that I haven't used in a few months that goes breifly over each day of the week, then includes something I found amuzing that week (generally comic strips) and some questions at the bottom. This format is easy for me to write and Devon can't complain to loud about the format because at least there is something in his mail box. then after I had writen Devon I thought about an old friend I had not been able to get a hold of in a while, and I decide to write her a letter. I typed out a note asking how she was and giving an update about my life. I got both of them stamped and in the mail and it felt pretty good.
Then when I got home there was a letter for me from Devon. It feels really good to get a letter in the mail. Somehow they are differant then phone calls and emails and all those other convienant forms of communication that we generally use, and really it is worth the little bit more time and money it cost, so write a letter to somebody.
On a differant topic I now Know my family is reading this page and some how that makes it differant. This is a webpage and I never thought of it as private but for some reason it is differant writing things down knowing your mother may decide to read it. I don't know why I would worry about my mother reading it when I publish it so that millions of perfect strangers can, oh well it's is not like I do anything I could tell mom about anyway.
I had another thought but it seems that it has wandered off into the dark corner of my mind where misplace thoughts live.
posted by a.lost.boy | 3:22 AM
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