| 11:50 p.m. | the mysterious disappearance of mr bug | 2002-04-29 |
| Reaped | yes yes, i know its almost 12am. i know i have to work at 730 in the morning. but. crises. going to g'ville to fetch the Crab's amp on Wednesday. we want our friend Bug to come along, only Bug has disappeared. My poor friend James. Infamous boy he is, if you read Monica1110 at all. but anyway, the long and the short of it, he's a really close friend of mine with whom i have been long in speaking. The last time was kinda a flame war via email--i sent him a 'fuck you' letter, basically because i was jealous that he never wrote me even though we were great friends before, (and i know i should excuse that because i am prone to the same behaviour, but somehow when it happens to you its just not as easy to take) then we worked it out, and life turned topsy turvy for Bug (i.e., making rent instead of finishing skool), and now suddenly his phone has been temporarily disconnected, his email generates Delivery Status Notification, a hollow absence where once there was contact. ..s....i...g...h..an echoing sigh in the silence of that presence, if its only just a string of letters and symbols. but the line is cut. swam out with the tide. i have a feeling that droppping by the Bughut will yield a for-rent sign, and no trace of James. so, this is for the one that got away. James, if you're out there, we're comin for ya wednesday. |
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New digs - 2004-05-25 Bachelor hell - 2004-05-10 Grumble - 2004-05-07 Coachella pt. 2, or goddamn do my fingers hurt - 2004-05-05 Coachella part one, or, this monkey's gone to indio rawk heaven - 2004-05-05 Random Shearings Rings |
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