2001-05-21 :: 1:46 p.m.


Drummer Boy calling me last night kind of threw me a little, but I guess it's cool. I have to learn to like the prospect of being friends with my exes. So I'm going to see his band play at the Continental next week. Or something.

***
I plead temporary insanity.
So what if it's lasted three years?

Even if I hate being a spectator, in this case, there's no other course of action. If it's going to be, it will be, regardless of the high-pitched obstacles and personal demons. I own my mistakes. And fix what can be fixed. I don't think I will ever stop writing about him.
Desert. Island. Pick.

***
I need cheesecake.


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