So this sniper fella hit another person. A middle-aged man at a gas station. I can’t help but think of this as a movie, not real and completely unbelievable (Tarot cards?! COME ON!). Apparently, I watch way too much Law and Order. I wonder what the police are thinking and the investigators, outwitted by one person while they run around trying to figure out what his/her possible next move is. (Yes, I’m opening up to the possibility of it being a woman, though my money is still on a man). Anyhow, it’s terrorism in my opinion, the most clever form I have seen or heard of really. People of all different ages, colors, sizes, sexes and religious beliefs are afraid to be outside. People are changing the way they live their lives, not spending too much time outside or avoiding major shopping areas. It’s completely unreal! It’s something out of Hollywood.
Ah well, I can’t do anything but watch from the sidelines and hope they find him/her.
The book is good, kittens and Mr. Moore wasn’t too, too bad, however, he did do one of those “things” I hate, where he assumes the reader or listener is a moron, just waiting to be enlightened by his ever so intelligent diatribe.
Blow it out your ass, Mr. Moore
. (Please note: big annoyance number 2,127, don’t assume people are not-knowing, they’ll ask if they need your help explaining something). But I like the main guy thus far.
And today… today is Toby and my one year anniversary. I want to take him out for dinner, but I’m not sure I’ll have the money. (We’ll go to Subway or The Diner, my baby. And I’ll tell you stories till late and we’ll make pancakes and soysage in the morning and lay in bed drinking coffee). :] Yum.
My life is entirely different from one year ago. I owe a lot of that to this person. I was so lonely and I began giving up on a lot of the things in life that I enjoyed. I have written about him before (see In Retrospect) but I want to say just one more time, that without him I’m not sure where I’d be or what state I’d be in right now. (Today). A day hasn’t gone by where I haven’t realized just how lucky I am to know him (even when we fight and I want to throw food at him). He’s sweet. He’s kind. He’s smart. He listens. He’s an amazing person. He’s nothing like me and a lot like me and I just find myself wanting to know more. I’ve often said,
The world needs more Toby.
He’s my mac and cheese.
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