After having lunch today at Quiet Storm with ... hmmm ... this man needs a nickname. Um, um ...
After having lunch today at Quiet Storm with Fuzzy Wobbly (I may decide I hate this name and change it later), and discussing this journal, I figured it was time for an update already.
Life at The East End Food Co-op is good. I've been there nearly a month and am definitely getting the hang of it. Life is not so good for everyone, however. The guy who started there just before me (and who is friends with my upstairs neighbors, or opstairsnikers for you Yids out there) got fired the other day.
And this is why I never update my journal anymore. My life has become work, and who really cares about Co-op gossip unless they work there, right?
In other news, H.W.S.R.N. blew off our plans for the day, which is not sitting well with me. No, the plans were not solidified (as in we only said "Tuesday's good"; we didn't say "I'll meet you at noon at the coffee shop"), but still.
And I sat at The Storm and leafed through the pages in my (paper) journal and got all misty-eyed at the way H.W.S.R.N. was when he was sober, and at the way that we were when we were in communication. We're not fighting or anything now; we just never fucking see each other, never fucking talk to each other. I miss him like crazy. And more than the lover aspect of things, I miss my friend, the man who fucking understood me without my having to explain. The man who always asked such goddamn good questions.
Where are you, little man?
And I dropped off cigarette coupons for Hipster this afternoon and met his stepfather (who was much younger than I'd expected, but then again, Hipster is pretty young himself). And I saw Peezy and blew his mind when I remembered that it was his birthday.
So, OK, that's a whole lotta nothing. No clue if Togapalooza is still on for Friday -- George hasn't returned my call yet.
Friday. Friday is the one year anniversary of Bob's death. Not looking forward to that.
And hey -- I facilitated an email exchange between anjeelou and Hipster, even though I'm still not totally over him. How's that for biting the bullet and doing my good deed for the week?
So anyone wanna go out for a drink with me? H.W.S.R.N. is not materializing and I wanna do something fun.