thanks forever:ything

my best[girl]friend called me at 1:30am last night . drunk in a public washroom . crying about stuff i really don't remember cuz she woke me up and i was too tired to care . but i know she was saying stuff about when we dated way back when . i was supposed to call her and have lunch or something with her today, but now i'm afraid to ... nevermind i just noticed i have 3 messages on my cell ... apparently she's on her way over and i'm supposed to cook lunch for her . i'm kind of starting to get annoyed with her abusing my culinary abilities, and her lack thereof ... she never cooks, she never has food at her place . she doesn't even go grocery shopping . she just lives off hope that other people will take her out to eat . and for the most part, it works . she always seems to find someone to feed her ... what amazing survival skills this girl has ... hah ... oh well, i enjoy cooking and i enjoy her company ... she said she wants pasta though . pasta for lunch / o...k... all i have is fettuccine, canneloni, and a bunch of storebought sauces ... oh and some ground beef in the freezer, but i don't have time to thaw it ... grr ... i guess we're goin' out for lunch then ... i'll just ramble until she gets here .

we kind of have a jerry/elaine [ from seinfeld ] relationship ... ex-lovers turned best friends, bitching about our flavour-of-the-week relationships ... it really is great, except the odd time that the thought of spontaneous sex arises in our alcoholi-caffeinated minds ...

"one does not yet know whether christ was
god or the devil -
buddha is more reassuring."

from ginsberg's 'aether'

ok i'm gone