I wonder if she’ll call again.
I look good.
I have to finish the article about green buildings tonight.
I am good.
I don’t think she’ll call again.
I don’t remember telling her that I wanted to talk with her.
I don’t remember saying I was hooked on the sound of her voice.
I like my hair.
I’m happy with the new apartment.
I liked her at the beginning, it really was like I’d never known her.
I can imagine her house in the woods, with the ravines and the pond.
I would have liked to walk in the woods with her.
I wish she wasn’t so easy to talk to.
I wonder if I really am hooked on her voice.
I say thank god she quit calling.
I enjoyed those four-hour conversations.
I meant it when I said it was good getting to know her.
I am so glad that clingy bitch doesn’t write anymore.
I enjoy watching DVDs about English history.
I feel good that I am more than halfway through the 100 best movies I shouldn’t miss.
I like the way the dishes are so neat in the cabinets.
I will wash the silverware one more time.
I can’t believe that she would expect me to visit just because I said “I’m falling in love with you.”
I want to make sure to remember that line.
I remember the way she walked, that twitch in her hips.
I was enchanted thirty years ago.
I wouldn’t want to hurt her.
I just wanted to kill her.
I remember more of our times together than she does.
I loved that high, when we remembered the same things at the same time and laughed on the phone together.
I think I’ll have that turkey sandwich for dinner tonight.
writing circle 8 / 30 / 11
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