[six degrees]

ms. b: what time are you coming over?
me: what time do you want me to come over?
ms. b: what time do you want to come over?
me: whenever you want me to.
ms. b: whenever you want to.
me: how does 4 sound?
ms. b: how bout earlier?

G has her costume, we're gonna rawk the party. ms. k's costume is "being finished up", whatever that means. i can't wait to see this one. and ms. b wants the two of us to start drinking at 3 when we start decorating. i wonder if we'll realize that there's a party going on around us by the time everyone arrives at 9? perhaps she'll take her top off and pose behind me as she did at her birthday event. the girl is insane.

the dentist in the a.m. it's hard to believe that six months have passed. six months since my last dentist appointment. six months since my last all nighter at work. six months of all the fun stuff in between. people suck. people let you down. bad things happen, all the time. but you deal with it. you move on. if you don't, then i guess you just get left behind. and not in that lame kirk cameron kind of left behind. the real, the sad, the scary, left behind sort of way. i don't want that. six months ago, i thought i'd be moving away six months later. instead, i'm just moving in a different direction of sorts. things work out the way they're supposed to, no matter how you work them out in your mind.

the noise from a bowling alley as you plan your escape, drunken feet stumbling down a flight of stairs, cigarette smoke being exhaled, the sound of ice as it hits the glass, and far too many sad songs, all become tiny pieces of your past. a distant echo that's getting harder to believe in as a reality. that's getting harder to remember. and easier to forget.