Monday, July 27, 2009
everyone else puts a lot of work & effort into their blog
making it nice and readable and posting cool things
i wish i could write you nice and readable and cool things
you would read them and comment, 'hey alec, i like you and i like what you posted'
and both of us would feel good, so good, we would feel like two blades of grass or something
i would feel like you are my friend
we could drink beers together and laugh at comedies
sadly that is not the case
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
I am talking to my friend on Facebook chat. I haven't talked to him in probably 4-6 months. We have a lot to catch up on. I'm typing on a big Mac desktop. I don't know what kind. From the bedroom I hear a sound like coughing. It's actually my girlfriend crying. I leave the computer room. I forget to tell my friend, who has cystic fibrosis, "brb." I feel bad for my friend who has cystic fibrosis.
My girlfriend is crying into a pillow on her bed. Her bed is a futon, I guess. She is cocooned in a white duvet. I don't know why she is crying into a pillow. She sounds very sad from the severity of her crying.
I lie down on top of her body.
"Why are you crying?" I ask.
"I am sad," she says between sobs.
"Oh," I say.
"It isn't your fault," she says.
"Okay," I say.
I go back into the computer room and resume talking to my friend. He is probably confused about why I took a short break from talking.
He tells me about a music festival. I am sad that he will probably die sooner than most of his friends. I wish he could live just as long as anyone.
I hear more sobs break from the bedroom. I go lie down on top of her again.
I say her name repeatedly. I receive no response. I return to the computer room.
This time, I apologize to my friend with cystic fibrosis. He says, "it's ok." I wish we would talk about things besides this music festival. I guess it isn't a big deal that I keep on pausing my involvement in our conversation.
The sound of more sobs. This time they sound more like hiccups. I explain to my friend that my girlfriend is crying in the bedroom, and that I have to go.
"that sucks," he says, "tell her i say hello."