I am bored, so I am now remembering other things for you.
I remember when we went with Brie to Fredericksburg and we walked around.
I remember when we went to IHOP on the senior trip and had that bitchy waitress. And when we saw that nasty drunk woman nearly kill herself. And I, too, remember the parking lot that night, and the minty taste of cancer. I remember trying to find a pillow and bothering a dozen people in their hotel rooms.
It is funny you remember me being quiet because I mostly remember you being quiet. I think I was wearing black gloves, ones that I thought were really funny, and I was slightly worried no one would get the joke. But all the time I wish I was wearing white gloves. I was nervous to meet you but wanted to a lot. I wanted to talk to you but didn't know how to start. I got the impression you didn't think much of me. I was probably even more stoned than Mary thought. I wanted to know you outside of Mike and didn't think that was possible. I was embarrassed for you to see me in my rabbit fur coat which was also a slight joke from my mother. The physical things he used to say he liked about me I saw in you. I couldn't imagine you getting drunk and stoned like in your journal. I think I said things that felt stupid.
I remember them white, but I was probably wrong. I hadn't showered, eaten, or slept in a few days and had just been wandering around drunk and stoned since my parents left for Christmas. I wanted to meet you, but wasn't ready to meet you. Thirty minutes later I got dicked over by this guy at 7-11 over a case of Miller and arrested for petty larceny. I don't even like Miller. This is irrelevant. the end.
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I also remember the time I asked you to prom; you replied, "How serious about that are you?"
Good times, good times.
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I remember when we went with Brie to Fredericksburg and we walked around.
I remember when we went to IHOP on the senior trip and had that bitchy waitress. And when we saw that nasty drunk woman nearly kill herself. And I, too, remember the parking lot that night, and the minty taste of cancer. I remember trying to find a pillow and bothering a dozen people in their hotel rooms.
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Making out in the park
Drunk in a field of sunflowers
skinny-dipping with Mike at 2 AM
The hayloft at the battlefield, and then you carried me across the field
Getting drunk at the overpriced carnival..
and those are just some of my favorites
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why can't someone call just to tell me it's ok' (or something like that)
me:'it's ok'
you: 'i hate you, how did you find me? why are you reading my journal?'
me: 'something something'
you: 'something something that was almost nice'
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