ixnay.

alas, there are different types of weirdom, and he was not the kind that i cared for.
i mean, for pete's sake. he didn't know what "it's a wonderful life" was. not knowing what swing was off the top of his head, i could somewhat forgive.

i am not scared of him, or his crazy apocalyptic theories. he's not the type of nutcase i should be scared of, but i steered clear of any mention of my full name and exactly when i'm leaving.

not the type of guy that could make any other jealous. not really.

and i have been brought to realization (with someone else's hands tugging me up the staircase, albeit) that i will have to be completely open and honest with you, and most likely, abrasive. mean. i have had it up to here with you, and there's no other way around it.

in brighter, shinier news, i still have not quelled the excitement brought on by the impending geyser of an event known as leaving. in fact, friday is my last day at work.

everything in my room seems to be accumulating into boxes, which are, in turn, placed in corners. everything is slowly coming to a close, and will only be scattered (and organized, as one such as my mother can only hope) when the boxes have made the journey in the back of the truck to my new room, my new home. and of course, this is true in the metaphorical sense--people are leaving, relationships are being brought to a close, or possibly cut off (or at least packed away), tenures are ending.

my time here, for now, is almost up. i welcome the transition with open arms and open brain cells.
i hope to welcome the sight that greets my vision at the other end of the wind tunnel with the same disposition.

-d