Oct 09, 2008 22:19
I have a blond friend. He's taller than I am, which is unfair as up until recently I was taller than him, he plays music on the uke and tells the same stories over and over again.We love him dearly and tomorrow morning he returns to the greyhound from hell that will take him back to Tennessee from whence he came. I wrote him a poem that I won't duplicate here but it's good and true and I'm glad he likes it.
I'm getting along with my roommate's girlfriend. Which is good and odd. I was in love with him, my roommate and now, thank god, I no longer am. He is my favorite friend, one of my best friends, he is attractive, and young, and has a lot left to learn. I love him, too. I have good friends, and I can feel my personality starting to change again. For the better I'm hoping. It's been a long life. And a difficult one. I think the most difficult thing I've ever had to do was grow up as a girl. Not an easy task to assign to a simple human. Just not easy. I don't think I'll do it again.