Fresh

You know, it is sad, really. You think you have something to say, and then realize that it isn't worth the energy it takes to tap the keys.

Why has it come to the point where we associate "I love you" with a parting? The phrase depresses me. People only half-heartedly chime it in when they are looking back over their shoulder, strolling away from your transfixed figure. They never say it when you see them again, or when you are cooking pasta at 2 in the morning.

Pasta is alright, in itself. It loves you even when you're eating it, because that's just the way pasta is.

-apo