Notebook, Revsited

So I carry around this notebook. I make entries in it when I’m moved… notes to myself, lines that I think would work well in poems, general rambling. The thing is though, I don’t organize it for shit. When I want to write something down, I just flip through it until I find some blank pages and start scribbling.

Tonight, flipping through my notes, I came across these two entires from the previous twelvestone get-together.

a3dmofo: Hey, I think my butt’s touching derrick’s butt.

Sherie: We’re playing this really intentse game of Othello.