Jed and I were standing on the porch, talking about girls and us.  I've had this long running fear for a while, and I was just thinking it recently.  And tonight Jed said "Whenever I like a girl, I'm afraid she's just going to like my friends more than me."   I looked at him lovingly, then we hugged.

We're really cool people, and the fear of course is natural.

    Anyway, it's been a long day. I got to work in Central Park around 9:30, earlier than normal for a monday.  The quickest 5 hours in recent memory.  Zipped on by.  It was a very busy day, but I've had all sorts of things on my mind.

    then I went to class, which was almost a waste of time.  I woulda rather been at work.  I think I may have picked up one or two useful tidbits of information.

    After class, I wandered down 5th Ave. with two girls from class.  One of them was going to the doctor.  I left when they got to the doctor's office.

    So I wandered around aimlessly but content for a little while.  Listened to my cd.  I always liked that Jeff Buckley song "last goodbye," but I never really listened to the lyrics till recently.  quite nice.  Nice evening too.

    Then I went to Filene's Basement and looked for some clothers.  I called Caryn from the dressing room, asking "Can I wear yellow?"  She said "What kind of yellow?"  I said "sort of a muted yellow, between yellow and khaki."  She said "yeah, I think you can do that."  I bought the shirt.  It cost 19 dollars.

    After that, i went upstairs to TJ Maxx, where I was at recently.  But as the ad says, it wasn't the same store twice.  Though I still didn't find anything to my liking.

    So I hopped on the F train to 2nd Ave and met James at Ray's pizza for a slice.  Then off to a bar. For some reason, the bar we wanted to go to was closed.  So we went somewhere else for a few vodka tonics and conversation.  I started a little experiment today, to see which of my friends I relate to best these days.  More of an inventory, really.   James was tonight.  Jen is tomorrow.  I think.  But tonight was ok.  I still relate decently to James.  And tonight I discovered that life is in reality pretty good.  That's easy to forget.  Anyway, speaking of Jen, something very odd is brewing.  With me, and with her, and with what the beginning of this entry was talking about.

    By the way, one of the little tidbits in class today was, when writing, tie the beginning to the end.  How nice then.
 
 
 
 

sorry if the last  few entries are written for about the 4 people who would understand all this.
 
 
 

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