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2002-02-14 | 2:20 a.m. tracking fireflies so tonight my roommates took me out to see a movie, the singles ward . it's about a very specific subculture (a sub-subculture, really) to which we belong. being such, most of it was absolutely hilarious... like a big inside joke (including the sound track which i so crave). i really was expecting the whole movie to be like that. it was not. a lot of it was, but the actual plot of the movie was quite serious, and it hit very close to home... too close. as the story of the main character came to its climax, i cried. the kind of cry where tears roll unchecked down my face and i can't get my breaths to come in evenly. i mean, i frickin' bawled my eyes out, and i never cry at movies. i don't think my roommates noticed. neither of them said anything, anyway. then i came home and called my jeffrey. he's so sweet to me. let me show you: so i talked to him, well, mostly i think he talked to me; my self was still feeling a bit disrupted and my mind was the full kind of blank (y'know, where you have so many things going on in there that trying to latch onto and go with just one of them is like trying to keep track of one firefly in a swarm on a dark night). now that i'm sitting here writing this, there's all sorts of things that i wish i'd said to him, but he put up with my lack of talkativeness, and told me stories even though he was really tired. it made me feel so much better. don't you wish you had a jeffrey? |