tryna play it cool. it's supposed to get easier, you know, the whole leaving thing. sure, i could always find someone else to play street fighter & nhl hits with. and maybe to cook for. i could argue with anyone over music in the car. and there must be some other freak besides yourself who obsesses over obscure facts about obscure places. and i know just as well that you could easily replace me too.
well, i guess that's what makes you and me, us- and the rest of the human population, human: not doing what we know we could do, and doing what we thought we couldn't do. why? for ourselves, for each other, for the sake of concept? i'd like to think that we both do for ourselves, but i might be able to accept that we actually do for each other. sometimes. maybe just on odd numbered days. oh and holidays. like kwanzaa or groundhog's.
