4 hours later
i've been on the phone, literally, all night. having my own apartment seriously feeds the 13year old girl inside. no one to share the phone with and call waiting. i can talk until i'm hoarse and never miss a call. that's a good look.
so, i've been talking to Andrea all night. she and i go through these inseparable moments followed my months of silence. i'm certainly good for falling off the face of the earth. the longest i've been MIA is 4 years. generally, i'll go a month or two without talking to people. it's nothing against anybody, i just need to crawl into my cave and chill out sometimes. so, Andrea and i are coming out of a month and a half silence. we'd leave the occasional message on each others answering machines, but not really get back up with each other.
anyway, tonight was a lot of fun. we watched So You Think You Can Dance? together. that was entertaining. then we talked about gossip and boys and everything you can imagine. we ended out with an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. she loves that show. i'm growing a distinct appreciation for it. she's been wanting me to watch it for a long time. i never really got around to it, and then, when i did, the episodes weren't that funny. i still had a hard time believing that i wouldn't find something she found hilarious, at least, funny. the more i watch it the more i realize it's like Sifl and Olly. that show is fucking hysterical. however, it has certain episodes that are stoner genius, others that are funny, and some that are ok. i'm beginning to really like Aqua Teen Hunger Force. i keep buying her the episodes and mailing them to her at these random times. presents are so much better when they're for no reason at all. with every season i send her, i send her a plush character. Newberry Comics has the plush for sale. it works out well. there are three characters and three seasons.
anyway, so she and i are on the phone and just cracking each other up. around 10:30pm i hear a light knocking at the door. i look out the peep hole and guess who it is. yup, Mufasa. this guy is impervious to hints. it's retarded. i thought i made it perfectly clear that i don't like, in fact pointedly detest, for people to just drop by. i don't want random knocks on the door unless it's the neighbor looking for some sugar or UPS with a package. so, at that point, i'm sitting around the house in my wife-beater and underwear on. i put some pants on and then realize...just because you knock doesn't mean i have to answer. i know you can hear me talking. i know you see the lights on and the car parked outside. i know and understand all of these things. however, the fact still remains that this is my apartment and i will open the door and answer the phone at my convenience. so, i let him knock. what the fuck do i care? all the while, i'm on the phone. it was hilarious.
at one point she said, "wait a minute. that's what i was going to say...you've been really happy this past week. then i remembered that [my ex] was out of town." we laughed and i told her that i have another week left and that it's been so splendid not to see him and his "Pity-Me," dejected face.
i dig that Andrea may very well be the only person who completely knows me. she's the only person who can anticipate my thoughts and moves and totally understand my motives...even when they're warped and retarded. i also dig that she's one of the few who can call me out. she can tell me i'm being silly/irrational/retarded/overly sensitive. i like that. i've known her since i was 16. she's been with me through the worst moment in my life. she knows who i was, before, and who i am now. we had this falling out and didn't talk for three years. circumstances forced us together and we've been inseparable ever since. a lot of people, after all was said and done, either didn't understand or couldn't accept that i was no longer the same. Andrea understood that i wasn't the same and has accepted me and my metamorphosis. she knows how my mind works and my insecurities and hang-ups. it's really nice. the best are the moments when either she or i will say something that causes the other to emphatically say, "that's why you're my girl!"
i like my personal hiatuses. it affords me four hour phone calls talking about everything and nothing at all.
so, i've been talking to Andrea all night. she and i go through these inseparable moments followed my months of silence. i'm certainly good for falling off the face of the earth. the longest i've been MIA is 4 years. generally, i'll go a month or two without talking to people. it's nothing against anybody, i just need to crawl into my cave and chill out sometimes. so, Andrea and i are coming out of a month and a half silence. we'd leave the occasional message on each others answering machines, but not really get back up with each other.
anyway, tonight was a lot of fun. we watched So You Think You Can Dance? together. that was entertaining. then we talked about gossip and boys and everything you can imagine. we ended out with an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force. she loves that show. i'm growing a distinct appreciation for it. she's been wanting me to watch it for a long time. i never really got around to it, and then, when i did, the episodes weren't that funny. i still had a hard time believing that i wouldn't find something she found hilarious, at least, funny. the more i watch it the more i realize it's like Sifl and Olly. that show is fucking hysterical. however, it has certain episodes that are stoner genius, others that are funny, and some that are ok. i'm beginning to really like Aqua Teen Hunger Force. i keep buying her the episodes and mailing them to her at these random times. presents are so much better when they're for no reason at all. with every season i send her, i send her a plush character. Newberry Comics has the plush for sale. it works out well. there are three characters and three seasons.
anyway, so she and i are on the phone and just cracking each other up. around 10:30pm i hear a light knocking at the door. i look out the peep hole and guess who it is. yup, Mufasa. this guy is impervious to hints. it's retarded. i thought i made it perfectly clear that i don't like, in fact pointedly detest, for people to just drop by. i don't want random knocks on the door unless it's the neighbor looking for some sugar or UPS with a package. so, at that point, i'm sitting around the house in my wife-beater and underwear on. i put some pants on and then realize...just because you knock doesn't mean i have to answer. i know you can hear me talking. i know you see the lights on and the car parked outside. i know and understand all of these things. however, the fact still remains that this is my apartment and i will open the door and answer the phone at my convenience. so, i let him knock. what the fuck do i care? all the while, i'm on the phone. it was hilarious.
at one point she said, "wait a minute. that's what i was going to say...you've been really happy this past week. then i remembered that [my ex] was out of town." we laughed and i told her that i have another week left and that it's been so splendid not to see him and his "Pity-Me," dejected face.
i dig that Andrea may very well be the only person who completely knows me. she's the only person who can anticipate my thoughts and moves and totally understand my motives...even when they're warped and retarded. i also dig that she's one of the few who can call me out. she can tell me i'm being silly/irrational/retarded/overly sensitive. i like that. i've known her since i was 16. she's been with me through the worst moment in my life. she knows who i was, before, and who i am now. we had this falling out and didn't talk for three years. circumstances forced us together and we've been inseparable ever since. a lot of people, after all was said and done, either didn't understand or couldn't accept that i was no longer the same. Andrea understood that i wasn't the same and has accepted me and my metamorphosis. she knows how my mind works and my insecurities and hang-ups. it's really nice. the best are the moments when either she or i will say something that causes the other to emphatically say, "that's why you're my girl!"
i like my personal hiatuses. it affords me four hour phone calls talking about everything and nothing at all.
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