Tuesday Jan 04, 2005

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Yeah, tonight was pretty fucking cool. My friend Stephanie came up or down, or whatever from Texas. We sat in the bar for awhile and played catch up after I got off work at midnight. Tomorrow night, her, I and some friends are going to a Goth club in Philly. I hate Goth but I dig dancing to old school eighties darkwave and that is pretty much the only place your gonna find it. It was good time tonight but she seemed a bit fucking down. I didn't want to call her own it just in case. We all have some level of fucking contentment that we just learn to deal with. Maybe that is all she was radiating, a bit of cold comfort. Its an infection, that feeling. The older I get the more I see it in the faces of the friends that I know. It eats us alive until it becomes cancer. What do we do about it? Not a fucking thing, what can you do? Take everyday as it fucking comes and try to make the most of it. With fucked up age comes fucked up responsiblity. Anyway, enough.............L8er.
abyssia:
hum. i hadn't realized the top of the cotton candy machine looked like a bed pan. two things of delight staring into shit.... wow. i just thought it was a nifty picture of an old fashioned cotton candy machine. i've yet to try blue, you know. i could explain in detail, but it would take an actual conversation - so i'll save it. oddly enough, it's about the cold comfort and making the most of each day - in a very tangible way.

have fun with your friend Stephanie. she is fortunate to have you in her life - and i'm sure you're just as fortunate to have her in yours. friends matter. a lot. thank you for being one to me.

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