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2003-11-09 || 2:45 p.m. || oh i miss you. || oh man i miss michael. i should just call him rather than write this. but i am sitting here all choked up all the sudden and thinking about how nice it is to have a built-in best friend around. siamese twins. i drove down san pablo today and there are so many dotted lines and exes, like a treasure map, of all the places we've walked and hung out and conquered and fought at. the theater and the japanese place and various old apartments. the other weekend i called his parents' house to see how his mum was doing. he had already left for the airport and his mom answered the phone. she asked if my ears were burning and we talked about him for a great while, how well he's doing and how he seems to have fiured a lot of things out. she told me i would always be her number one choice for her son and then she yelled at me for the way i've treated him in the past. i love her and i love him and i don't get sometimes how things that are very obvious don't work out the way you would think. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |