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Shallow looks, deep waters
Dec. 2nd, 2002 10:15 pmDraven came over for dinner. In a futile attempt to not be alone I invited him. In the end I realised that my mind was as lonely as ever because he never understands the deep waters my shallow looks hide.
We watched Queen of the Damned and ate pilaf. In the end I had to explain the movie. He doesn’t talk English very well, let alone listen to it and follow a movie. That or he’s just plain stupid.
I’d like to have a word with several of my friends before I go to the larp. The air still feels heavy on my chest even if all the polarised words were spoken in e-mail. Perhaps the Celestine would know or see more than I can from this non-objective point of view.
We watched Queen of the Damned and ate pilaf. In the end I had to explain the movie. He doesn’t talk English very well, let alone listen to it and follow a movie. That or he’s just plain stupid.
I’d like to have a word with several of my friends before I go to the larp. The air still feels heavy on my chest even if all the polarised words were spoken in e-mail. Perhaps the Celestine would know or see more than I can from this non-objective point of view.
