Sigh

Free writing. I first learned of the concept in 12th grade from a teacher name Badendike who used to call us babe, as in "I was damn clear, babe." Years later I experienced it in the best way possible with my teacher Jennifer Natalya Fink. She would tell us to blech it out on the page, ideally hand writing it. She believed in scratching and doodling on the page even if you're not writing words, but to set an allotted amount of time in which you keep moving pen on paper. Do or die, so to speak. A woman I once dated liked that when she asked the guy she dated before me if he'd take care of her he said, "Do or die." A dear friend of mine told me that he went out with someone who told him, "Everyone says you're a great guy. But I just have to tell you - I don't see it." That, somehow reminds me of the fact that I love my years of dating, because how else would I know that I'm a "really great guy." I'm off on a family outing to Best Buy. I hope to buy a net book, hoping it'll change my life.