THis is an email I sent my first ex. We have recently reopened lines of communication. I wrote him this letter one day when I was in a funky mood. Not funky as in depressed, funky as in "LETS GET FUNKY funky funky funky." Sooooooo X3 I'm posting it because for some reason, a lot of things came up that really fit the situation and my mindset and what I was feeling. Like . . . well you'll see :3 anyways, here ya go:
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Just saying hey. How are you? I don't have any real thing to talk about, I'm just entertaining the urge to send you an email. I can't explain it. You know what? I'll just tell you what is happening at this exact moment.
I'm listening to Snow patrol, swaying back and fourth on the bed, the music blaring through my headphones, while Will and Grace is playing on Lifetime on the TV. It's 11:43. Now it's ads on the tv, which is askew on it's stand. Francisco, my illegitimate roomie and non-blood brother for life rises to his knees to crack his knuckles, then sits down. He grabs the water bottle he's been re-using for like a month, finishes it, tosses it aside for later, then tosses his mattress aside and stands to strech his calves. He gets dressed, says he's going out for awalk, and asks to take the keys. I say sure. He looks at the time, then wisely decides to change shoes from the black clogs that he's borrowing from me (which I never wear anyway) and switches to his combat boots he got while he was still an active marine. He checks his coat for coins, maybe, then puts it way. He buttons up my white shirt, and leaves. Now it's just me. I'm thinking of going to get KFC. He returns, probably forgot something. I don't know, I don't ask. "Be safe," I tell him, to which he replies "I will." I know he will, he's a marine who knows muai thai. Pity the fool who challenge him. I see Karen on the screen, talking in that drunken shrill voice which I can't hear because I'm still rockin out to Snow Patrol. I'm dressed to go out, but I have no place to go or desire to leave. I'm going through one of my depressed phases, making me crave food, even though I know I don't actually require sustanence. I may go and eat anyway, it all depends. The W&G episode is the one about how Will came out to Grace, and right now the past Will is telling the past Jack that he doesn't have any feelings for him. Jack laughs and tries to cover, but we can tell he's hurt. Suddenly, Will sees Grace, they are in the same little mart. This is the part where they make up and become best friends for life. I know this episode. In a minute, Grace will find out that Will slept with a woman besides her. Here it is. The pause is awkward. Just watch, she's gonna storm out any sec now. . . There she goes. I know how the episode ends though. They meet back up at the same mart they did years ago, and it'll be raining out, and they'll talk, and once again, they'll be friends forever. It's happening right now. Maybe I should stop talking about them. It's all fake anyways. I skip on the CD to my favourite song. The guitar comes in, and I know I will be happy soon, if nostalfic. Francisco comes in again, back already. He had a fight with his ex girl, and she slapped him. He's telling me the story right now. Ithink he should just move on, but like so many, it's hard for him to let go, to move on, to re-set his sights. It's cyclical. But life is too complicaated to be solved so simply. I'm missing my fav song by snow patrol. Oh well, I'm being here for Francisco. He's talking to me and yet I'm still typing. I wonder how well I am typingconsidering I'm not looking at the screen. He's asking me again whether or not he should be single. I'll catch up with you later, I gotta focus on this.