it starts all over again.
we will be the ones with that odd relationship no one understands. that we don't understand ourselves, but at some level we're ok with it.
he's like that new best friend. we do dorky things. we enjoy watching movies. whether it be video or theater. and we like to eat junk afterwards. whether we cook it ourselves or order in. and we have fun. we actually consider this fun. because even the car ride is fun. the conversation is intrigueing because it consist of movies, discovery channel, and what weirdos we've encountered lately.
this is fun. to us.
there's something comforting about it.
it's nice.
lastnight we went to see ocean's eleven and had hot cocoa and pastry at an italian cafe. where he noticed someone he had met back in his 'vague years'. the man looked like a mafioso. took mike's hand and said in a very concerned voice, "everything good?".
i asked him about it and he was reluctant to tell me.. "uh, he's a friend.. i.. uh.. met when i was doing conctruction in the city..".
case closed. he will never tell me.
but i will treat this.. um.. awakening with no anticipation.
i'm probably better off that way..
11:59 p.m. - 2002-01-14
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