|This isn't me...
||[Aug. 8th, 2005|06:03 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||El-P - Sunrise Over Bklyn||]|
Halley, I have a non-screwed up version of that disc for you. Dave listened to it for me just to make sure it was fine. I leave town on Wednesday and don't come back until next Monday night, so I'm not sure how I'm going to get this to you. We need to schedule an exchange, either between us or between Meg and I and then you and her.
Funny, for the first time in years, she actually managed to notice something was wrong without me having to say anything about it. I gave her a copy of my Every Story Has A Lesson disc. Somehow she picked up on the fact that something might have been going on with me when I made the disc. Too bad it was three months ago and, even if I wanted to talk to her about any of it, I've moved on. Still, I consider it progress, though I suspect that she thinks it's about her getting married. Once winter comes, she'll be an ocean away and I won't have to worry about ever correcting her. As much as I have complained about wanting to have an actual friendship with her, I'm just not in an emotionally available place right now to be friends with someone who might flake out at any moment. Typical hypocritical me, complaining about her being a flake when I'm just as flaky these days. God forbid I let anyone in. Blah blah blah. I'm ready to get out of town and not have this city and my problems here weighing on my mind.