2005-01-23 - 3:56 p.m.
And so it goes
I have wonderful, beautiful friends with faces and hair and pretty, little hands.
I have friends who have proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that they'll not judge lest I devour kittens.
I have friends (one, in particular, who lives with me) who have displayed an almost curious amount of support and love and patience.
I have friends who are perfect and smart and wonderful and stylish enough to have their business cards printed on what appears to be vellum.
But I really wanted to have something just a little bit more. Like, I love you all and everything, but ya'll don't eat my box on a regular basis. Not that you're required to, but it's a fairly lovely occurence and I thought, y'know, I'll go ahead and try dating someone to see how that pans out and maybe it'll be just like having a really cool friend who also eats my box. And it was.
And now it's not. Because I did something. I'm not entirely sure what, because he's stopped talking to me. At all. But I must have done something, right? Because there has to be a reason. And my heart's sort of started shooting out of my mouth in chunks again. Because a man is a man is a man. And I thought that I'd paid my dues to the gods of karma and nonsense. And really, it could be worse. I could have been fucking tsunami'd (it's a verb).
And so it goes
