Perfect Health.
I'm a real shitburger when it comes to getting back to people on e-mail, but in my defense, I've been working a lot.
So, after I failed to even speak to J. the entire weekend he was in town (the weekend of the much-spoken about Absinthe Party), I sent him a little apologetic email explaining the circumstances of my absence (basically making him aware that I had hooked up with someone and spent the night, a fact I was more than happy to share). True to form, he just now responded to my email, a week an a half later.
I just finished working a tiny little show for a girl I know at school. (I say "girl" with a little snicker because I recently discovered that while she's been telling everyone she is 24, she is really 28)
Also true to form, he just jumps into a big update on his life, causing me to wonder whether I should care. Because I don't. I had very little interest in even opening his email, but I thought he might have something interesting to say about the fact that I was finally "dating."
Anyway, so that's done now, the last show was tuesday and so now I can get back to my normal fucked up schedule. Maybe all of that has some bearing on this cold I'm catching now...which for those keeping track, is the third? this month.
One of the more charming things of being J.'s friend is that you are the repository for his endless whining about colds, allergies, nosebleeds, and so forth. These would be those little things that you find cute when you are enamored with someone, but intensely irritating when the love is gone. The love is gone. It's moved onto someone worthy of it.
He ends his email with:
Perfect health.
-[j.]-
And then mentions:
Oh yea, i wanted to take a big roadtrip this summer from chicago to pittsburgh, but now I'm wondering if I should wait until I have access to a camera so that I could document it.
Right. Whatever. Thanks for sharing.
So, after I failed to even speak to J. the entire weekend he was in town (the weekend of the much-spoken about Absinthe Party), I sent him a little apologetic email explaining the circumstances of my absence (basically making him aware that I had hooked up with someone and spent the night, a fact I was more than happy to share). True to form, he just now responded to my email, a week an a half later.
I just finished working a tiny little show for a girl I know at school. (I say "girl" with a little snicker because I recently discovered that while she's been telling everyone she is 24, she is really 28)
Also true to form, he just jumps into a big update on his life, causing me to wonder whether I should care. Because I don't. I had very little interest in even opening his email, but I thought he might have something interesting to say about the fact that I was finally "dating."
Anyway, so that's done now, the last show was tuesday and so now I can get back to my normal fucked up schedule. Maybe all of that has some bearing on this cold I'm catching now...which for those keeping track, is the third? this month.
One of the more charming things of being J.'s friend is that you are the repository for his endless whining about colds, allergies, nosebleeds, and so forth. These would be those little things that you find cute when you are enamored with someone, but intensely irritating when the love is gone. The love is gone. It's moved onto someone worthy of it.
He ends his email with:
Perfect health.
-[j.]-
And then mentions:
Oh yea, i wanted to take a big roadtrip this summer from chicago to pittsburgh, but now I'm wondering if I should wait until I have access to a camera so that I could document it.
Right. Whatever. Thanks for sharing.