27-Nov-2006

Since I can't seem to concentrate on anything else lately, and I want to avoid thinking about the fact that Mom and Dad are gone, I'm going to continue to talk about JUST FRIENDS.  How is this possible, you might ask?  Well, it's possible because today I got a call from the Wise Man, with whom I have somewhat of a precarious history.  Actually, I'm only saying that because I know he reads this and will get a kick out of my deeming it a precarious history.  Our phone conversation went a little something like this:

WM:  I know we have somewhat of a precarious history--

Me:  (thinking... I should figure out a way to work that into the blog)

WM:  --But I want to confess something.

Me:  (thinking... Oh, shit.  You never want to hear that from anyone...well, at least I never want to hear that from anyone.  It can only mean disease, illicit affairs, or, in the case of a friend, that they are in love with my high school boyfriend who loves them back and now I'm getting dumped and losing my so-called best friend... now where was I?)

Ah, yes.  The Wise Man.

WM:  I really, really like JUST FRIENDS. 

Me:  Me too.

WM:  Awesome. 

Me:  Yeah.  It is. 

And it continues to be.  JUST FRIENDS... bridging the gap between precarious and history.  What does that even mean?