Today was far less hectic than yesterday. FYI: the scorched wreck is still there. The traumatized driver left a note to try and make sure it wasn't towed. Probably needed the insurance pictures before letting it go to junk. I almost took a picture of the note, but I thought better of it. Then when my conscience was asleep, I took a break and went out with the camaraphone. Sadly, the note had flown away no windshield and therefore no wiper. Cue the music: So you had a bad day...

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Hey, does anyone remember when I told this story? After twenty some years, I actually found my first grade kissing buddy - online of course. I have to say that he's changed a lot. He seems like a cool guy, even if he is straight. (Can't help but feel a little cheated there. Who wasn't rooting for that improbable story when J. meets the love of his life - again? OK, maybe just me.) But the face and the sleepy eyes are pretty much how I remember them. I haven't messaged much, just a "Hello. My GOD it's been a lifetime or six." I'll keep posting about this one as it develops. I mean, how often do you reconnect with your first kiss ever? It is a little more emotional than I expected. Not in a bad way, just more than I expected to feel and remember.

Then again, I usually try not to feel too much. So even a little might seem like a lot to me. That whole sentence came off way dirtier than I expected...

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As a result of my unepxected encounter, I'm running low on functional thoughts for tonight so I'm gonna close up shop and actually get to bed before 1am. Tomorrow, I've got a priceless picture that should yield a decent post. See you then!

-J.

This post was sponsored by the Boiz II Men Committee.