2003-06-19, 11:42 a.m.


It seems like my buddy has nothing to say. Like she's going through a change in her life and can't quite make the decision to go there or stay with what she is now.... So she falls back on absurd jokes and quizzes. She tries to (vainly) act like what she knew she used to be.

It's a drag really, because she's always been a cool person; and I wish that she would realize that she's going to be a cool person in her new incarnation, too. Just with a different lifestyle and different habits.

She's going to leave behind the smoking first. (Because she's already left the random guys behind.) But the smoking is the hardest, and it's going to stick. So she might just have to be someone else with a cigarette in her mouth.

But you can feel the desperation in her tone when she makes an old joke. We both know it's not funny anymore. The way she guffaws and hurls her body at you is no longer natural. It's the act of someone clinging to their past.

Go ahead and change, buddy. I'll still love you. More so because you made the change, and because I could watch you grow.

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