index | archives | notes Saturday, Apr. 29, 2006 1:21 a.m. << [ Capitalism is Fun ] >> I went to a musical and sat by myself. A reserved seat for one. People from the past showed up, and we made small talk, hello, how are you, how have you been, where are you going to college, what are you doing with your life, why haven't you spoken to me in three fucking years, why can't you just get over what happened? After the show we went for drinks. I sat in a Starbucks drinking coffee with one girl who attempted suicide to spite me and another who told me to kill myself, among other things, two weeks before junior high ended and we'd have been done with eachother forever. I don't even like coffee. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org