Five Years
The five year reunion of my high school is coming up. Jesus. No way am I going, because I have absolutely nothing to show for myself.
I ran into two old friends at a concert in the city last night. My friend from high school was engaged--that makes three friends that I know of that are engaged. It kinda makes me sad, because everyone expected me to be one of those three too. I expected to be.
Instead, the lead singer of one of the bands, Jeremy in the tight red pants, thinks my name is Kitty and invited me to an after-party. What kind of handoff is that? I honestly don't know. I'm trying hard not to care.
I ran into two old friends at a concert in the city last night. My friend from high school was engaged--that makes three friends that I know of that are engaged. It kinda makes me sad, because everyone expected me to be one of those three too. I expected to be.
Instead, the lead singer of one of the bands, Jeremy in the tight red pants, thinks my name is Kitty and invited me to an after-party. What kind of handoff is that? I honestly don't know. I'm trying hard not to care.