This just isn't right.
I found out today that Gina is dead.
This seemed like the only appropriate place to discus this... or at least the first, and most obvious, one.
My first car was named after her... well, half of it. "Jor-Gina" after Jordan and Gina: the two people in it with me the most.
I don't really know what to say, but I want to say something:
I'm sorry we fell out of touch. I should've made more of an effort, but things in both of our lives were generally pretty hectic. That sounds like an excuse; it's not. I cannot excuse the past; I can only accept it and try to look forward. I do wish we'd remained as close as we were those first few years.
I keep picturing all the times we acted out songs from RENT, trying our best to sing only one part. I recall discussing Spears' rendition of It's My Prerogative and the noise she used in Toxic. The hours upon hours we spent at Kirby's, drinking cup after cup of coffee, and practically chain smoking.
I remember you letting me stay at your house one night that Aaron was in Mexico, and I didn't have to work the next day, so I wouldn't be so lonely.
I remember you giving me the Guinness tall can that had been in your closet for AGES because you knew I liked Guinness.
All the times you drove me home from work.
Our discussion about British and skinny versus infected with AIDS in regards to Thom Yorke and why he looked sexy.
The way we could be utterly pretension with eachother and love it.
I fucking miss you, girl.
I'd watch Bone-A-Palooza again if I thought it would bring you back.
This seemed like the only appropriate place to discus this... or at least the first, and most obvious, one.
My first car was named after her... well, half of it. "Jor-Gina" after Jordan and Gina: the two people in it with me the most.
I don't really know what to say, but I want to say something:
I'm sorry we fell out of touch. I should've made more of an effort, but things in both of our lives were generally pretty hectic. That sounds like an excuse; it's not. I cannot excuse the past; I can only accept it and try to look forward. I do wish we'd remained as close as we were those first few years.
I keep picturing all the times we acted out songs from RENT, trying our best to sing only one part. I recall discussing Spears' rendition of It's My Prerogative and the noise she used in Toxic. The hours upon hours we spent at Kirby's, drinking cup after cup of coffee, and practically chain smoking.
I remember you letting me stay at your house one night that Aaron was in Mexico, and I didn't have to work the next day, so I wouldn't be so lonely.
I remember you giving me the Guinness tall can that had been in your closet for AGES because you knew I liked Guinness.
All the times you drove me home from work.
Our discussion about British and skinny versus infected with AIDS in regards to Thom Yorke and why he looked sexy.
The way we could be utterly pretension with eachother and love it.
I fucking miss you, girl.
I'd watch Bone-A-Palooza again if I thought it would bring you back.