i was the last person on the ferry last night. i probably would have been the second-to-last if i hadn’t been limping down the walkway.
there’s not really a lot to say about my weekend on the island. it feels like i spent a lot time in the back seat of my mother’s car. i saw my first drag show. i had my first toke in at least two years. i wore what i thought was a flattering and slightly daring new shirt which actually just made me look fatter than normal. i played a couple games of pool and flirted with a college boy who reminded me a lot of joe. i went to bed very early after somehow aggravating my six year-old knee injury. i made a lot of omelettes and caught someone’s cold. now i’m home, bailing on a movie date, eating a fried egg & bacon sandwich, trying not to feel too sorry for myself and procrastinating getting started on my homework.
i did talk to someone new on the telephone, though. i was all nervous as i dialed their number, but was quickly put at ease. it’s easy to feel more secure when you’re not the one who was just woken up. oops!
did you miss me?
Further evidence you should be here right now. ;) Welcome home! :)
which? i mean, this knee problem was *caused* by going to see you…
always!
with every comment so far
yes, yes i did.