| meh. (08 sept 02) weekend - over. words - not many. i don't feel good, yet i don't feel like myself, like something isn't right. some fear gnawing away at my stomach, yet everything, for once, is fine. friday night was good. reservoir dogs and pizza with gianni, tom, jaime, and marcie. good time had, my nuts met a can of soda. darius stopped over for a few minutes around 1030. yesterday was pulp fiction in the morning with tom and g, work in the afternoon, pulp fiction in the evening [the bonnie situation] with marcie. good time had again. today was work then ryan's house. dinner, football, my trademark nap on the roberts furniture, and simpsons. followed by more football. now i'm home, reflecting basically. missing the jennyroo as i always do. must be that. she's watching fight club, what we were doing the night we shared our first kiss, and i just wish i were there. i wish it were may 15 once more; over on the couch would be rusty and jen, sitting comfortable as ed norton talked to himself apparently. but we got closer, closer, and a little closer [jen and myself that is], and we snuggled. and then we kissed. the sparks flew, the fireworks kaboom, and now, almost 4 months later, love is in the air, yet nowhere near for me to touch it. just smell it on the sweatshirt, smile when john travolta shoots up heroin in pulp fiction, sings along and snaps fingers when he hears van morrison moondancing at 9 in the morning over wal*mart radio. 4 more days, and jen is home. thank fucking god. why can't we just quit. |