2002-11-21 - 12:10 a.m.
Um, you know, just some stuff
Tonight I found my Stephen Dobyns book, and I'm going to read some of my favorite poems. After I finish my John Irving novel. Reading. It's like an old friend who just called up again.
A problem with being her friend is that sometimes she wants to talk to her friend about some other guy. And I don't enjoy hearing that. Because I want to be The Guy. Which, you know, you spend too much time in the Friend Zone, and that won't happen. And besides, she knows how I feel, so does she not realize that I don't want to hear it?
But then again, I'm the one who said no agendas, no expectations, no limits. And I meant it.
And again then again, she is talking to me, not to some other guy.
Yesterday Rudy and I spent eleven hours playing Tony Hawk. Damn I need a job.
My stomach hurts. I'm going to go read, and then fall asleep.