I miss her.

She's been gone for almost a day, and I miss her.

This woman I've been talking about -- Katie -- left on a trip with her parents yesterday. They're going to spend time with family, and I'm all for that. I just miss her. I know it's not right to get too involved with someone this early, but something just "clicked" between us. She's got a great personality, a good head on her shoulders, a sense of direction in life. I don't know why, out of all the people she could have started talking to, she started with me. Ah, well, maybe it's just as well I don't ask these questions, and just focus on what I've got right now. And right now, I've got someone I can talk to, someone to be close to, someone to love.

I miss her madly, though.

False alarm....

I thought I was going to have something to write about, but it seems to have slipped my mind.

27 Days

27 days... one day short of four weeks from now, I'll be on my way to meet this woman. I can't wait. She invited me to a Halloween party, but asked me to show up a day early. What could that mean, I wonder? I already know what some of you are thinking, but I'm not that bad off. At least I don't think so.

Every night for the past week, I've been chatting with her on YIM, and -- strange as it may seem -- even though there may be a lull in the conversation, I feel good just knowing she's on the other end of the line. As it is, though, it's almost 5 AM, and I need to get some sleep. Just needed to put this thought up.

What a night!

I've been talking with this woman for a few days now, and I really pulled off a maneuver tonight. I completely opened up to her. My past, my mind, my personality, just me as a whole... I spilled it all. And I might be mistaken, but I think she accepts me for it, or despite of it. This is a feeling I haven't had in so long, I don't know what it's called anymore. I guess "understanding" is the closest I can get, but it's more than understanding. It's more like knowing. I know so much about her, and she now knows so much about me. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?

Homies

Lemme ask you this about this life we live
And lemme try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant-ass relatives over ham dinner
If they really missed you so much, why don't they just call you? (Motherfucker!)

If you wasn't blood, would you still have the love,
Or in fact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look, I probably love my family more than anybody here,
But my homies are family too, third cousins get outta here!

Who was you with when you got tattooed?
And who was you trippin' with when you did them mushrooms?
And who the fuck threw up all over your car,
And then felt worse than you about that shit in the morning?

Who loans you money, homie, who owes you cash?
Who taught you how to use the bong for the grass?
I don't know much, but I gotta assume,
When you hit your first neden, your homies was with you.

Talkin' bout homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies!
(We throwin' up clown love signs)
Homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies...

Have you ever had a job that you truly despised,
Like, I don't know, maybe dishwashing, or fuckin' flippin' fries,
And you got this boss who think he's the Don Mega
Because he's the head manager (Chief chili-fry Maker).
All you can vision is y'all beating him down,
Your homies standing on his back while you're kicking his head around.
But responsibility is there, I can't lie
Though I'd'a been plucked his fuckin' eyeball out with a chicken bone.
I'm crazy as fuck, I'll rip your piercings off,
And now my homies are holding me back so I don't look soft.

When you snuck the car out, who did you get?
And when you got color, who'd you blame the shit?
Who can you relax around and scratch your balls?
Homies, I'm talkin' bout like you and yours!

Talkin' bout homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies!
(We throwin' up clown love signs)
Homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies...

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Runnin' with my homies 'til I'm old like Grady)

Me and my homies stay tight like a noose,
And if you step to one of us, you better step to the whole crew.
I never knew that I could depend,
That I could have some friends
Who's down to the very end.
Well, that's my homeboy, excuse me, my family,
And when we conquer the world, we mackin' on the galaxy.
The sky's the limit, and we ain't finished
And if my homies gonna ride, then you know I'm with it.

Puff it and pass it, then I give it to my homies, y'all.
Hit it and quit it, then I give it to my homies, y'all.
I got the world around my finger with my homies, y'all,
And everything is obsolete unless I hear my homies call.
We worldwide, we're homies across the planet
Stickin' together like zippers on a Michael Jackson "Beat It" jacket.
They got my back like a tat, for that I love y'all,
Hangin' 'til we old and gray like grampas.

Talkin' bout homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies!
(We throwin' up clown love signs)
Homies, homies!
(Talkin' 'bout road dogs of mine)
Homies, homies...

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Runnin' with my homies 'til I'm old like Grady)

You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Keep it in your clique, fuck the outside baby)
You don't like me, you can fuck off!
Carnival ain't for everyone
(Swingin' hatchets on the daily, with my crew, actin' crazy)

Wow... just... wow.

I met the most wonderful woman last night. She's been through so much, yet she's come through better, stronger. I know that may sound like just about anyone, but this woman is something special. Yeah, I know, you've all heard that one, too. But this one... wow. The kind of stuff she's been through and put up with would make any "mere mortal" just give up. But....

It's been years since I've taken a psychology class, but I seem to remember that someone once said something about there being a difference in loving someone and being in love with someone. The more I learned about this woman last night, the more I loved her. The more I talked to her, the more I fell in love with her. I can hear you all right now, "But how do you know for sure?"

Would you spend over 8 hours talking to someone you just met?

I'm going back to bed.

Another day...

So, I've made it this far. Can't really think of anything to post right now, but that could be because it's 1:30 in the AM here, and I think I've met my quota of words for the day. I'm sure I'll have more later.