Friends For-ew-while
It’s always a bit awkward when you run into a friend of an ex. Especially if you’re quite estranged from said ex. This happened to me on Friday night when I ran into a girl named Barbara while on the Muni.
She was accompanied by her new husband, and looked cute as ever. Luckily, so did I, having just come back from the hair salon, and wearing a sharp new shirt. And you always want news of how good you look–or, even better, how much better you look–being delivered back to your erstwhile amour.
Thankfully, our exchange was generalized, but personable, and we parted ways without an incendiary comment made.
I made the retarded mistake of watching the DVD on TV version of "The Exorcist" on AMC last night, and couldn’t get to sleep for fear of Pazzuzu popping into my room unannounced.
I’m planning to visit the fam in San Diego in late March. It’s been a year since my last visit, and I still can’t stop thinking about my hometown. Not so much that I direly miss it, it’s just that I’m the most nostalgic motherfucker on planet Earth, and there are a lot of memories packed into the place I spent the first seventeen years of my life, you know?
