rejection or direction?

a busy saturday i had today, unlike most saturdays. i started the day helping shanna at mes amies, which was the perfect opportunity to wear a fun outfit. then i went to a matinee at george fox of the current play, which was fairly entertaining. then i spent a fun afternoon/evening with my dear friend lissa, a girl i've always had a great connection with but never seem to hang out with that much, since we both had kinda different circles of friends in college. but today we hung out for quite awhile and had a wonderful girls talk at the good old coffee cottage. it was one of those comforting talks in which you realize that you both struggle with simular things, despite how bad you sometimes think those things are. she said the best thing...we were talking about how hurtful breakups can feel, how rejecting, even if we logically know we shouldnt be with that person. and she said, it's not rejection, it's direction. "what a great way to look at it!" i immediately thought.

the other day i turned 23. i had a nice little shindig at my apartment: small, but enjoyable. brian decided it would be fun for everyone else (and my downstairs neighbors) if each guest at my party gave me 23 spankings. luckily there were only 3 people there (in the spirit of honesty i have now told you that slightly sensistive fact), but my butt still hurts. however, that little party game yielded some pretty hysterical photots. well, i'm tired and sex and the city is on at brian's apartment (his sister is watching it, i will preserve his dignity) and it's distracting me. so just pretend i ended this in some clever way.

it seems to me that maybe pretty much always means no. jack johnson