I watched **batteries not included today. When I finished the movie, I went outside to smoke a good night cigarette. As I was smoking I was thinking about the events of the movie and the characters roles. I started thinking about sins and why one sin carried so much more weight than another. Don't ask me how I got to that point, because it's nebulous even to me. Any way, I thought of betrayal. I thought of how betrayal, treachery, is the sin that carries one directly to the deepest pit of hell, to be frozen in a lake of ice, agonizing over your wait for the jaws of Satan to grind you into nothing. How all sins could be forgiven but for this one terrible evil.

And it occurred to me then that the reason was not arbitrary. All other sins can be forgiven because your actions and your remorse can still be trusted for a time. But once you betray, everything you do thereafter is tainted with suspicion. You can never be relied upon again. And because the people who wrote the Bible and The Inferno were surrounded by traitorous people. People seeking to have more without considering the value of those around them. Because that was the sin that could not be stopped. That was the sin that grew with every person betrayed. It's the sin that can be seen throughout all seven deadly sins but cannot be encompassed by any one.

And I was thinking all this. All of this heavy information, the kind that has to be sorted through a thousand times before it can even be presentable to other people. And I was thinking through this and I farted. A good loud one.

And I thought, "Well. Thank God for little miracles."

I'm sorry.

Shakes

Never have I been made so comfortable in my own skin. Never felt so.... for lack of a better word, sexy. Never wanted so much to be the one she needs.

Just the way she touches me drives my mind in circles. I won't carry this too far. Both of us have been hurt by things we weren't ready for. Things we should have known better.

It's funny that she's afraid she'll hurt me. I'm terrified that I'm already hurting her.

But I can't help feeling utterly right. She's gives me tremors when she's gone. Both the cause and the relief.

Home.

Kinda.

More eloquent exposition to come.

:|

I always forget...

When you live in a city where you only have to contend with drivers being stupid, it's always a surprise to go home where drivers are assholes.

I guess those are the only two choices, really. Idiots or assholes. Or both. That's the hidden third option. Oh well.

I'm in Arlington. :)