novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- why i never see my friends he sends me little notes when he is trapped in the library. i am so sick of trolling on the internet. what else is there to do when i'm supposed to look busy in front of a computer? friendster is entertaining for the first five seconds. he asks me what my plans are tonight and i say i'm gonna drink beer, listen to creedence and clean. i tell him i think i actually miss karaoke. CCR, boston, journey. you know. my friends aren't all lazy, but berkeley is far when you have to take BART and a bus. and i do not want to lose my parking spot. that's what cities do to you: there are so many people. they push the space together in such a way that it takes effort just to hang out. there are too many people and it is hard for me to find time. his glasses are thick enough to magnify his eyes slightly larger than they really are. when he walks he grins and hikes up his pants. one day, i'll buy you a belt and a beer. in that order? yeah, in that order. 3:53 pm - 03.08.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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