happy birthday

Dec 01, 2005 02:12

meg brown you're twenty and i would say that i can't handle that, but in fact i can because i can't handle the idea of me being twenty if you're not. so now we're in this together, again.

i had a terrifying dream about you last night, that i hadn't talked to you in awhile (because i haven't) and that you were in trouble and i woke up and had this heavy ache in my heart that i couldn't explain and then i remembered it was a dream (and you had in fact NOT gotten an abortion and made a documentary and became a pro-life activist, like in my dream) and i'd never felt so relieved.

i miss you horribly and i hate that your phone doesn't have voicemail and i'm sorry your present is going to be late but i'm working on it. where should i mail it to?

i put a fake tattoo on my ass the other day where i was thinking about getting that robot one we would share.
it looks pretty damn cool, im just saying.

i know for us it was always a new years thing but remember how we used to live by that song (and so many others) "this will be my year"?
i think twenty will be a good one.

lovelovelove
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