Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
2008-10-11 7:39 p.m.

japanese beer tastes like private, personal solace. i think i only drink it when i'm a party of one. my good friend georgia bought me a six pack on her last day. it is a one pack now.

i am netflixing basketball diaries and realizing that ten years doesn't mean anything when life usually consists of 80. you may think you know somebody after 10 years, but it seems apparent that time is necessarily a medium for change. i never thought i would be in this position. wondering what i could have done to make things work. comparing myself to her and wondering why my hips dent in where hers do not, and whether it is ugly that mine do. knowing that it is.

wondering how i will bear winter. or even tomorrow.

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