ain't no sunshine when she's gone. and she's always gone too long anytime she goes away.

[paperbackpocket]

me: why would you tell him that?
pon: because you like them.
me: yeah, but.. they're my if-i-were-a-superhero-this-would-be-my-weakness weakness.
pon: (laughs into hands) dude, you're the only one i know who has a soft spot for cancelled tv shows.
me: they're... so good.
pon: (grins) see?
me: but now he's recommending one. and....
pon: ...and he said the word "cancelled" and you got all tingly?
me: (laughing, throws dishrag at him) punk.

(places crumpled up ball of lined paper on desk and begins
smoothing it out until pencil-graphite letters come into focus)

dear LJ,
in the spirit of Mark Twain's "i didn't have time to write a short letter, so i wrote a long one instead":

i know it appeared as if i had dropped off the face of the planet, well, off the shin of the planet even.
i haven't.

lj, be my friend again?
....i'll give you cookies.

still not trevor or charlie or kyle or kevin,
still alive and on the face of the planet
still tyler

(slides headphones back on)
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away.

and i know, i know, i know, i know, i know,
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know,
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know,
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know, i know