spastic morning
The Modest Mouse show is July 30th, by the way, and you all should road-trip out to see them. With the Walkmen.
Listening to Slowdive today as I sit naked in my little apartment on this sunny morning. Started to take a shower, but I got side tracked when I checked my email and found a testimonial left for me by Joe.
Remember Joe?
Yeah, we haven't really spoken in eons, and he hasn't done any Friendster stuff since the winter, but aparently he got really drunk last night and updated his profile and left me a comment:
What ends but does not stay is movement. What stays but does not end is becoming. Some thoughts take a long time to come together.
So strange, that boy.
Went to a cookout yesterday evening where the hosting couple keeps a stack of Playboys in their bathroom.
I got self-conscious about my nipples after looking at a few of them. I can never find porn-chicks with nipples quite like mine.
I was only going to drink six beers, but I had seven instead because this dude wanted to see me open one with my teeth.
Kate said she matched me and Mike the night he spilled bourbon on me. Did I ever tell you all about the night he spilled bourbon on me? I can't seem to find it here in these pages. But back in January (around that week when I relapsed with Joe and not talking about much else) we were at a party for Greg and this fella says, "hi, I'm Mike; we've met before."
I felt a little badly, because I thought he was cute. He sat next to me while we played spoons, and I studied his ring. Wondering who the fuck wears a class ring. But I admired his hands, though not closely enough for I did not expect him to dive towards me after a spoon and shove an entire glass of bourbon on my crotch.
I remembered him well after that, at least.
The party was fun, and I got my happy conversation with my love. Made sure he knew how much that class ring means to me. The Citadel is something I'm quite sure I'll never really understand, but he wears his ring like a part of his body, and that's how I regard it.
Having that ring is the most comforting thing he could have left me with.
It would be like me giving him my tattoos.
Now I'd like to say hello to all my friends who read this who are perhaps regarding me less as a friend and more as someone they once knew...
Lindsay! Happy belated birthday, and I'll call you soon. Someone tell Nancy to write again; I miss her and I know she needs it. Mikaela, my name-sharer, I'll try and be more obsessive towards you, okay? Cass, I read your Xanga, and I get your messages: thank you! Hang in there. Nick, Scan, are you reading this anymore? Nick, I'm happy for you these days, although your updates are sparse. Hope that's just indicative of how well you're doing! Niko, you're still in my heart.
Well, time to go to work.
