everybody does NOT love raymond.

I hate that when I come home from the studio, I see the preview channel and TBS is showing like one episode of Seinfeld and like four of Everybody Loves Raymond. I don't mind Everybody Loves Raymond, I just don't want to watch four episodes. I really want a Seinfeld channel. When I was in college, I was at a show at the House of Blues in Orlando and I saw this girl. She had really innocent curly brown hair, and a really colorful sweater with horizontal stripes. I think there were red stripes, on pink stripes, on orange stripes, on yellow strips...a lot of acidic, brilliant colors. Anyway, I told her that I loved her sweater and I e-mailed her later. The e-mail was very unobtrusive, the opposite of invasive. She responded with a very presumptous response, it said something like, "I have a boyfriend." Anyway, I was persistant and I got to know her. She knew a whole lot about music, she had a whole slew of Bob Dylan records, REM, the Band, really good stuff. That enough is to keep me around. She had a lot of drawing on her ceilings, she flew kites and walked around her yard in her feet a lot. One time, we were watching Seinfeld on her couch and we kissed, I think it may have only happened that one time. Her dad was the most laid back man I know. He would slouch on his lawn mower, with a big summer hat shading his face. Her and I did this thing where we wrote down all of our favorite things down and see how many we could name...my list was like 3 pages front and back. She was more optimistic than me, super smart, and although it may seem weird to say, she kind of reminds of soft soap....very soft skin, a comforting natural scent, a good organic essence. We kind of lost touch because I was always going on tour, and I've hung out with her once or twice since then. She's changed a lot, but I think mostly it was a natural change from who she was when I knew her, but since I hadn't seen her in so long, it seemed strange. Last time I saw her, we drank a beer at a bar, and then walked around Orlando, over by some construction site. I felt like we didn't have much to talk about. Maybe we never did, it was more just a good feeling she gave me, she was a hippy, and unpredictable in her opinions..I could never really guess what she'd say about certain things. She would tell me stories of how she would make videos for her boyfriend who lived in North Carolina. She'd take baths and bring the video camera in with her, but there wasn't anything scandalous about it, I suppose she thought of herself in the tub as just a body getting clean, with an intentional hint of seduction which she kept so subtle, and for the most part very innocent, like watching an infant in a sink full of water. She mad me a mixed tape which I still have, she painted it thick with yellow and green and black. One time, we sat in some hammocks and wrote letters to each other, all while being merely feet away from one another, I felt pressure to say things that would impress her, which wasn't the point really. I never really committed to wanting to be with her, and she never implied that she wanted that...it was just a relationship that bordered on being something deeper, but I don't think either of us wanted ther repsonsibility. It was more fun to just hint at things, hold hands on rare occasions and just keep each other guessing. Although I may be remebering things in my favor, I wouldn't be suprised if I was, in reality, very transparent in my desire to be with her. I think I'm very transparent. "I'm so transparent I disappear"