phobic

G told me that her first love contacted her the other night with a simple email telling her that he was married and had two kids. he mentioned very little else and then asked how she was. they haven't talked in over ten years. she asked me how she was supposed to respond to something as vague as that. i told her to tell him that she felt the simple route of settling down and having kids wasn't enough for her. that she has an amazing apartment, a great job in the city, and that she loves her life. she laughed and said she'd have to think that one over. i laughed when she told me she needed to get her locks changed but was afraid for anyone to see her place, fearing they'd think she was a crazy person. all of her furniture is now gone and she just has stacks of papers and newspapers everywhere.

jules sent me a brief email that said, "are we still on for sunday? oh, and i just quit my job and my stomach is a mess."

in twenty days one of my oldest friends is supposed to have a baby, another friend is going to get married. and here i am, always at rest, watching everyone else around me in a constant state of motion. sooner or later things change, right?

happy birthday kiki! i hope you have a good day.