absinthe

cumulative

I was in the bathroom cutting my bangs after dying my hair and my friend came in to talk to me. He said I was different ... cumulative. When I asked what this means he said it meant he was stoned. Still, I thought it was neat to be called cumulative ... I'd rather be that than most any other math term.
Today Lila and Sam and I drank my red wine on the outdoor sofa and then Lila and I went to trader joes and got a baguette and pesto. Then the three of us got olives, tomatoes, olive oil, and cheese from commons and had a yummy european style outside dinner. I just felt so happy then. Walking up there picking flowers (Lila made a crown of them), taking photos in the photobooth someone put in our coffee shop, eating and drinking wine and watching the sky get dusky ... I just realize I'm terrifically happy here. That I've been happy for weeks. It's just been ... cumulative-ing up.
Last night my old boyfriend called me fucked up beyond belief and left this silly message. I called him back tonight. It's really cool to realize that you can still be compatible with someone and have the same connection despite aknowledging the problems that inevitably keep you apart (in this case I think really the "problems" = me). The good things are still there, the things that make people friends.
It hurts being far apart from friends, and Boy. I dont get called much these days.