i realize...

...that ive been really sickeningly reflective as a writer these days: I'm blaming the string of injuries, like pearls, I've sustained over the past two years, that have wrung around my neck. Speaking of pearls, my aunt and uncle bought me a beautiful strand of big fat Tahitian ones for my birthday. While they are beautiful, I do not wear pearls, in public anyhow. I've always found them very pretentious.  I like to fly beneath the radar.  Speaking of flying beneath the radar, I attempted to do that this morning on my 'run'; But I cant ever seem to escape the watchful eye of gilbert. He spied on me today. Then yelled at me to come talk to him in the parking lot of Runtex as I was getting into my car to go home. The first thing he said to me was 'You know, I watch you girl! I always watching you! You know, watch you run...and watch your personal life!' [*We'll get to that next point in a second]. He showed me his new office. And his new iphone. He played me some African music then decided he needed coffee-with sugar AND milk, because it was COLD. [It was 50 degrees, according to his iphone]. I told him he's truly reached rockstar status with the office and iphone; He said he's trying to become a 'normal American.' I laughed; Gilbert will never be a 'normal' anything. 

 *re:personal life: He's always asking me 'What's up with that? He's no good for you' after he sees me with a man.  Never fails. I often ask 'do you know_____? Is HE on the approved list?' So far, no one has made the 'list'; That is, no one until today...