Thursday, September 02, 2004

when i turned on my phone this morning, i had a message from erik, my first boyfriend (i don't know if i can even really call him that - he was never really MY boyfriend exclusively, i was usually a side dish - i hate sharing) - he called a couple of weeks ago but didn't leave a message - i never called him back but i emailed him a week or so ago (because that's the kind of friend that i am) - we have a weird relationship (if you can even call it that) - i think we've been through so much (i've known him half my life - literally) that i think i've built up scar tissue - every once in a while he'll see me on IM and say hi - we don't have much in common any more... actually, come to think about it, we never really did, still he's managed to break my heart more times than i can count - his band is putting out a cd and they'll be touring soon - in spite of the fact that his band is some crappy neo-metal shit, i'll probably feel obligated to go see them when they come to phoenix, then i'll drink too much, then i'll end up making out with him and i'll probably get infatuated with him again (in spite of the fact that he has absolutely no redeeming qualities) - maybe i'll even sleep with him again - since we just did only that once and i had nothing to compare it to - now i have lots to compare it to - i'd just like to do the comparison - it would be one of those circle of life things, you know?
the voicemail he left was lame, something about him being at a club and looking through his phone book and realizing that it had been forever since we've talked (it's probably been 3 years since we had an actual conversation on the phone... but i would still know his voice anywhere) and he thought he would call and, um, yeah, he'll talk to me later... it was around 11 or so his time and he didn't sound drunk (of course, i know that he doesn't drunk dial girls unless they're close enough to come over for a booty call - that's his style) maybe i'll call him back...