just so you know, or if you didn't see the other post.
Friends only. :)
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My parents have been telling me that people in a green convertible have been driving by my house over the past few days asking for me. Honestly, I was hoping it to be someone that would whisk me away to an enchanted place where people eat from golden forks. Any where but here would have been nice. They sped by again today, and yelled incoherent things at my little brother and cousins...and then park themselves at the end of the street and just watch us. SO, my older sister struts her short and petite self down the street along with my cousin Steve and proceeds to inform them that she'll call the cops if they drive by again. The person in the car says "Yo,YO I know ur sister man...I was ur neighbor a long time ago. Tell her to come down here." She comes walks back to my house slightly bewildered and tells me this...NOW, I'm basicly itching to know who the hell this is. I walk down to the car in the middle of the dead end and find 3 people sitting in it, all males. The driver is smoking a ciggarette and talking on a cell phone with his arm rested on the edge of the car. I just stand there. He then speaks "Yo, do you 'member mmee??" I say "ahh, no...but, you could tell me who you are." He tells me that his name is Bobby.....
Yes, I know Bobby. He was my neighbor and possibly my favorite person from the time we were 7 until 10 or 11 when he moved away. He was also one of those people that no one wanted to be friends with, partly because he was some what slow and partly because he was just strange. My parents didn't want me to be his friend either. Retrospectivly speaking, I think it was in fear of the reputation he'd give me. I didn't care. Really, I didn't....One day, I rode my bike home screaming and crying because the punks down the street were pushing him around and saying words that you dont ever want to hear about you're friend when your 8. They were words that I dont ever want to hear about my friends when I'm any age. I then rode my bike back down the street and expressed my most intense anger at them for being so awful and picked him up off the street.But, things weren't always copesetic between us...we had a physical brawl one time. He got really mad after when I walked away and threw a steel bat at me...I retaliated by heaving a field hocky ball at his chest. :D We also fell out of a tree together, and agreed not to tell any one in fear that we woudn't be allowed to climb trees any more. Now that I look back upon those years- it was probably one of the truest friendships that I've ever had. He was always there, and never let a dull moment creep into any day. Regardless of what I did, he was always my friend. He was definetly the person that is everything for you no matter what. I was so sad when he moved...I think it was the only time he had ever hurt me. I remember trying to swallow my tears- we made a promise to stay friends forever although we both knew that it probably wouldn't happen.
Until today, I hadn't seen him for all those years. Truthfully, he looks the same...only a taller and a more slender version with glasses. He said that he thought of me when he found a picture of us with our arms around each other grinning like the fools we were...and then decided to visit. Hes still the same person too...I'd probably still be his friend if he hadn't moved.
Before he left, he said to me " You know, you were the only person that was ever nice enough to me to be my friend" I'll admit it, I swallowed the tears again. We said goodbye with out really deciding if we'd stay in touch....I'll also admit that when I was walking back to my house my chest was almost heaving, but I didn't swallow the tears. God, I dont know what it is about that kid that gets to me...but, I'll always be his friend.
Circumstance has a sly way of chosing the wrong person to fall upon sometimes.- My mom had her 2nd of 3 operations today.
It just disgusts me that she has to endure THREE surgeries all because she was misdiagnosed. Even worse, they aren't the ones that get a front row seat to the show of recovery. Its awful.
all the conversations
to the rhythm of hearts racing...
and what the sex,
some how changes.
Misconstrued are intentions
due to the sheer desire,
and sloppy first kisses- underinfluenced...
as are the stories
of our pasts.
And then we feel like-
no body should stand taller than us.
Tomorrow around 4:30, I'll be on my way to New York Citaahyy...
I cant wait.
It'd be absolutly glorious if I could fall asleep right now...I mean, my bed is practically screaming my name and my eyes are about to roll out of their sockets- and I'm not sleeping yet. I have to work tomorrow too, it looks like it'll be the best day ever. I'm slightly excited for spring break this whole week except for the fact that I HAVE TO WORK THE WHOLE TIME. I'm contemplating the idea of student loans...they'll provide me the opportunity to live at school and just exist as a college student rather than a "workfulltimeanddoschoolfulltimeoverlyti
Oh, I'd like to express my complete disappointment with Victoria Secret. I went today to purchase my first ever bra from the infamous lady, ( not my first bra ever. Just my first one from there.) and there was no amazing change. These puppies are still the same size and everything! They never guarenteed anything of that nature...but it was expected. I have to admit though, I think it'll turn out to be my best bra as of yet. Man, boobs are such a pain in the ass.