Wow, I tripped headfirst and fell into a ditch this morning and there was my day's story.
Not literally, that's just what it feels like. I've been working on gay marriage coverage and putting out feelers, and as a result a lot of people seem to have my number. So this guy calls up at 9:20 and says, "Hi, when are you looking at doing the story?"
"Oh, I'm sort of wading now, figuring things out, seeing how things fall, there's really no set date."
"I married my partner in City Hall this morning."
"So, what time can I come over?"
Hee. I like days like this!
Hey i like your poetry. i don't understand your
story that much but it made me think. i don't even know you. i don't even know why i am typing right now, i think it's raining. i am so cold.
i bet you think i am crazy but i have nothing to do and its friday and i havn't rode forever it seams. i have to. i can only be free if i ride.
sorry to bore you.