July 10th, 2006

somebody died

sunday, sunday, can't trust that day

so i got an email saturday morning from mike hodgson. he was one of my best friends as a young dan, until junior high when he moved to new jersey and joined a funk band (and presumably did lots of other things, but that's how it goes in my head). so, email, he is in seattle for a few days and we should hang out, catch up. i was oddly nervous about this.
yesterday i went down to seattle and we met up, with his girlfriend along to laugh at our doofy memories. it was mildly awkward, but really good to see him again. it also reminded me what a terrible memory i have for life generally. i spent half the time staring blankly into space like "well i'm sure something interesting must've happened in the past 10 years"
then they had to get to the airport, so i went over to melley's, where i got dumped. then listened to her bicker with her roommate about sexism for an hour, sat in my car for another hour breaking down, then drove home and went to sleep.
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viraldan

love for loathing

this happy piece started as a poem last night, in my car, but then i got mad at it for being shitty[1] and threw it on the floor. now it's a paragraph, because really all my poems are just paragraphs with pointless linebreaks. it's still shitty though.

[1] also because i think so much faster than i write/type/talk and sometimes it gets very frustrating when i'm forgetting what i wanted to say and trying to back up and figure out how i got where i got and things are all muddled and i just give up. if i try to slow it down i lose the train of thought, and if i let it go along on its own, i forget it all when i try to record it after.