novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- squirrel christmas ornaments surrounded by saran wrap the waitress said my sweater made my chest look like a backgammon board. we calculated prices for games as you ordered, laughing in-between words. sometimes i laugh like a muppet, like kermit the frog, mouth hanging open and head bobbing but no real sound coming out. seventy percent of our friendship is wonderful. the rest is mired in strange history, failed crushes and some sort of lackluster competition that i do not understand. i poured salt over your ice cubes while you were in the bathroom. you were amazed, thought they had crystallized while you were away. look at this, don't touch it, just look at this when you figured out what i'd done, you stole my water and hoarded your french fries. the waitress called us by our first names, having picked them up in parts of our loud conversation. we rest our feet on each other as we watch movies. high fidelity and it was so hard for me to reconcile my john cusack emotions, him so intwined with the lloyd dobbler character and here playing a self-obsessed asshole. your tape died before we got to watch the deleted scenes, something about cuddling. 3:07 am - 02.09.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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