dear mrj.,

these are the lies i choose to believe in:

• the truth always wins.
• silence speaks louder than words when the time is right.
• i am omnipresent.
• dead people watch me from above.

um, here's one that also made it to the list:

• you do not fascinate me.

that cheeky smile! why does seeing it fill me with a kind of warmth that tells me the world will never be cold again? where does that warmth come from? why does this exchange of smiles feel sacred?

and why the heck do i give no craps if i am a total doofus around you? i've an image, dang it, of being a know-it-all, and i can't even maintain it with you around! that's a "mission failed successfully" right there! why am i like — frick it, accept my dummy self first and ingenuity later?

isn't a hamming distance of 2 too much to get wrong
when the entire code to be transmitted is 4 bits long?

i'll someday plant a sapling;
you should nurture and make it a tree.
—observer_22