full of moxie and viscosity

Funny thing about me and phone calls. I have to assign them some kind of personality (the way I also assign numbers personalities... when I find this writing I did on that particular subject I'll post it). I like to personify things because then I can deal with them. I had two really interesting conversations today, one with the ol' TA and one with Vicki... both were fantastic and cleansing, if you can believe it.

The first one was really complex but pretty intelligent. She was only partially libidinous and wore her hair in dreads. She's not white, though. She was ethnic, foreign. She loved to talk about relationships and broken hearts but not in any kind of sappy, sloopy way.

The second one was young and sort of scrubbed. He was a He, for sure. He required a follow up text message to describe himself.

This is so confusing, but I am confused, so there it goes. Confusion.
(IM update: I'm loving not being online. I feel so... detached and busy and productive... like I have other things to do, or something. I like it a lot. I may never go back. I love it that I have no way to infer anything about anyone's lives except for what they bring to me or what I ask them directly. It's really lovely)

Many thanks to Lauren Choplin for everything, but namely Dawson.