The Second Edition - Relationships vs. Expeditions

For the last two years, I have kept a journal on my computer. I mostly do it because I enjoy the tick-taps of keys. I like the sound it makes. But sometimes I actually don't hate what I write. I will throw some on here when the occasion arises.


A friend once told me "Leah, you don't have relationships. You have expeditions." This explains alot. Relationshits and I have never seem to get along. In the last three years, I have been in three different relationships without actaully having a typical "boyfriend". I have walked in on and been walked in on. I have broken up with, then gotten back together in a matter of days. I have yelled at one boy, in my sock feet outside in the snow, on my brithday. That one was rad. I have broken a heart, and have had my heart pissed on. More than I would like to admit. So I think that realtionshits and I need to break up for good. Expeditions, however, expeditions and I get along pretty well. I have fallen in love in a matter of minuets with dangerous Europeans- you know, the ones with the dark hair and the deathly handsome smiles. I have indluged in mid-sentces kisses with guys way out of my leauge. I have romanced a Spanish man by talking to him in drunken French all night. The epidomy of class. One day when it is all done, I plan to write my own Danielle Steele novel and have a Fabio-like man on the cover. If you want to be a character in my book, give me a call. We'lll go for coffee. It will be fun.