Thursday, September 09, 2004

i finally called erik back - it's weird, we haven't talked in a million years and the first five minutes of our conversation was mostly "what's up?" "nothing, what's up with you?" - then we get to talking some more and i realize that he had been calling me because he's having trouble in the chick department... his trouble would be that there are no chicks beating down his door... so, as per usual, i'm plan "b" - gee, thanks, but... no. he tried to impress me by inviting me to his cd release party (gosh, if it were anywhere but missouri, maybe), then he teasingly called me a "soccer mom" (yes, in response, i called him a dirtbag heavy metal musician), then he made several comments about how i'm his oldest and best friend and how he loves me - sweet, but.. then what? he made a couple other half-hearted attempts at getting me to come to missouri, asked me a couple more times how much i loved him, then promised to send me a copy of his cd... most likely famous last words - he'll probably hook up with some mentally unstable 19 year old within the next week and then we won't talk for another three years. oh well