I am writing you this, here, because I have been a douche and neglected you for too long.
I guess this is my attempt at amends.
I guess that with time, your awesomeness has faded (only in my memory darling) due to your absence, which at first devesteted me, then faded to a dull ache, and finally, to normalcy.
Trust me, I know you're still awesome, probably even more awesome than the last time I saw you (almost a year ago! Jeezus!). But without your company as a constant reminder, it is on the back burner.
I hate long distance relationships.
I want to come and visit you, but now I am a poor bartending college student. I ate two packets of instant oatmeal yesterday, with half and half because I don't have any milk, because I am stuck in the bowels of poverty. The only thing lower is Ramen noodles.
OMG, I just looked at a sugar packet and a neat little brown stamp says MAUI! WTF?
I want to tell you to move back, but that would be ridonkulous because, duh, I should move there, to Hawaii.
I lost my momentum.
I just wanted to say that I do still love you, even though I suck at showing it....
I guess you'll have to accept me as the massive turd that I am...
Or not...
But I love you and think you're amazing, and miss hearing you sing anyway....
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good words, my feelings exactly. Na Ja.
glad to hear you are applying that intellect.
Funny you mention the little lady. She called me out of the blue a few nights ago.
How appropriate, even if subconscious... the memory of a friend on 9/11. It's strange and still on my mind because I had just finished Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close that you recommended.
am crying. just now. o.k. it's passed. thank you. i am much more awesome than you remember, that much is true. i can accept you as you are. because i love you, turd, even despite your love for broccoli (which, i'm all to happy to imagine,you can't afford. it is of the devil!). i'm sorry. i hope you don't take insult to my mention that you can't afford broccoli. your sacrafices will pay off. someday i'll see you again, i hope. until then i'll remain distantly your friend and await the day i can relieve you of my affects, which i'm sorry to have stressed about. i hope you can understand my being unsettled at the realization of my disconnection with a close friend who has some of the only sentimental things i care about in this world. and i'm sorry for burdening you with them. on a much lighter note, fuck, i think this is not the place to leave you a lengthy message for all to read but i feel more secure that you'll READ it here, anyway... i have four songs recorded and more on the way at a rate of about 2/week. i'd like to send a copy to you, though not via the computer b/c they're not copywritten yet. let me know if you're interested.
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