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10.22.2006

I Love You, Dennis


Dennis is on the short list of people I plan to love forever. On Friday I received this text message.

He's gone.


For the past few months, Dennis has been enduring something most people hope to avoid -- watching his father slowly deteriorate and pass away.

I received this text message while I was watching a dear friend's band perform. He had just dedicated a song to me and my Ex because the song was about a dear friend of ours who passed away earlier this year.

Halloween is coming. Last Halloween, my brother went into the hospital. He died three months later.

I have never been unaware of mortality. And yet, for some crazy reason, all I feel right now is grateful. And I'm not even a fucking optimist.

Hold on, D. I'm coming to hug you.

link * Miss Marisol posted at 8:42 PM * posted by Miss Marisol @ 8:42 PM   |




10.13.2006

too intimate.

The Ex recently experienced his first little break-up after our momentous break-up. In my very mature way, I let him vent his frustrations to me about her. It felt good to be a friend to a man I have loved for over half of my life. It didn't even hurt as I thought it might. I was pleasantly surprised at how unpainful it was for me to advise The Ex to learn how to keep things casual with girls. I told him to just have fun and get laid and enjoy being a young, single man.

However, I feel perhaps we might have reached a new level of intimacy that may or may not be a good thing. As we sat and had an early afternoon cocktail, The Ex turns to me and says, "It's a sad thing it's over with her, though. It's hard to find a girl who doesn't have a gag reflex."

To which, I could do nothing more than roll my eyes and sigh.

link * Miss Marisol posted at 5:54 PM * posted by Miss Marisol @ 5:54 PM   |




10.02.2006

"When I Say Hello. . ."

". . .it means bite my heart." -- Alex Lemon



One of the perks of my bizarre job is that I have a boss who encourages idiosyncracies. I have been trying out new personas at work; it's amazing how much a wig can change your personality.

I am so desperate for life to be different, but I am terrified of all this change. Perhaps, I think, I can hide from this fear if I pretend to be someone else. If only for a night.

link * Miss Marisol posted at 1:42 PM * posted by Miss Marisol @ 1:42 PM   |