Location: my parent’s guest room
Mood: hard to say
Music: for a minute it lets me let it all go.
Me: In my defense: (a) you weren’t totally clear on that point, (b) you know what I am.
Busy weekend. New roomie moved in. Work drama My brother came to see me too; we hung out with PB, WM and Kathy for a fashion designer’s party. Met a blondie that went to the same grade school as me and lives around the way. I asked her to tell me a secret and she told me a sad one.
Sunday, spoke to HEI and told her that, while I didn’t lose anyone very close to me in 9/11, can’t leave it behind me. And I wanna. Also spoke to Heartgirl, who said she saw a lotta street beef over the weekend. In the backa my head, thought, I can understand, a little, why there’s so much rage.
Speaking of Heartgirl, a conversation with her not that long ago sparked another one with someone else from my past.
Her: (interrupting) I hope I’m wrong too. We all deserve to be happy. If only for a while.