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Presents

I bought myself a birthday present: a copy of the movie Frida. I've been desperately wanting one for a really long time and, well, right now I kind of needed a present.

I ordered birthday presents for two of the other three people on my list, but the third ... well, I have no idea what to get for the third person, and no clue who to even ask. Damn it people -- why doesn't everyone have a wish list?

I did see the world's most perfect gift for ratphooey though. Too bad her birthday is like six months away. ratphooey, how is it that we didn't talk to each other for nearly 20 years? My life makes so much more sense with you in it.

Also speaking of presents, last night I put away all of the things he gave me, or made for me. They were taunting me; looking at them was making me sad. Well, actually, I left one thing out: the blue vase. Somehow I just couldn't bear to put that one away.

The Guerrilla Girls are going to be at Pitt tonight. Man, do I wish I could go.

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ratphooey
Nov. 7th, 2005 04:43 pm (UTC)
World's most perfect gift for me? What is it? Should I buy it for myself?

I'm not sure how we fell out of touch (well, okay, pursuing education in different states before the advent of e-mail will do), but it's nice that we are back in, even though we're no longer in the same city.
hopita
Nov. 7th, 2005 05:22 pm (UTC)
I should specify: it would be the world's most perfect gift from me to you. You'll laugh.

Yea, I know we had a falling out, and I suppose it's one of those things that probably would have been resolved much sooner had we not been hundreds of miles apart. And when I got back to Pittsburgh and saw your name in the paper from time to time, I thought about it, but figured you probably wouldn't want to hear from me. I'm not really sure how I finally found the nerve to risk it and track you down. I suspect it had something to do with Wendy Schwartz.
ratphooey
Nov. 7th, 2005 05:36 pm (UTC)
Did we have a falling out? I don't remember.

I certainly would have wanted to hear from you!
hopita
Nov. 7th, 2005 11:03 pm (UTC)
I remember it fairly distinctly. Not what the fight was about (cigarettes? That seems so dumb, but then, we were teenagers), but the aftermath.

I was upset and walked to your house one night to talk to you. I forget what was said, but I remember that your mother called my parents, and that, when I left to walk home and cry and gather my thoughts, my parents came chasing after me in whatever gargantuan American sedan they were driving at that particular moment.

I lost them and went to Eat N' Park to drink coffee and ponder. They called the cops. The cops came and got me and drove me home. I was so furious at my parents' refusal to let me be alone and gather myself, that I refused to go inside the house, so the cops took me to St. Francis instead.

Kinda funny, in light of the fact that I fucked up everyone's lives last week by my refusal to let Rob be alone, huh?

Man. I am such a moron.
ratphooey
Nov. 10th, 2005 05:07 pm (UTC)
Interesting that neither one of us remembers what we were fighting about!

Kids.

The aftermath rings a bell. My mom was worried because you were so upset, so that's why she called your parents. Not realizing that doing so might make things worse.

Sigh.

You could not pay me enough to relive my childhood.
hopita
Nov. 11th, 2005 04:41 pm (UTC)
Well, I think the gist of what we were fighting about -- from my point of view anyway -- was that you didn't seem to want to be my friend anymore. I'm not sure I ever really understood the whats and whys behind it, but something tells me it probably was remarkably similar to what's going on with Rob now ...

In other words, I seem to recall sending you daily letters and you probably wanted space, at the very least and there was me, then, now, always, refusing to let go of someone I felt I couldn't live without.
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