before lunch i got an email from my mom telling me that a boy we (adam and i) went to school with from elementary onwards, died in a house fire on wednesday. now honestly, i don’t remember this boy, (he was in a grade higher than me), but i do vaguely remember one of his brothers. the point though is that this is scary. first sophia’s (erica’s girlfriend) house burns down on saturday and now this? i’m highly (and slightly irrationally) paranoid about my house or my mom’s house burning down. mostly because of people and cats i worry, but partially also because of books, my laptop, videos and pictures and all my stuff.
the boy who died was a friend of my brother’s and also a DJ. apparently the fire started as an electrical one, maybe from all the turntables and stuff plugged into the living room. and he and his dog were found in the dining room. this is incredibly sad.
i don’t like it, i don’t like it.
that’s awful. i’m so sorry. but smell your hair and be comforted.
i read about him in the paper. that’s just eerie that you knew him. or of him. i’m sorry.
p.s. we are for all intents and purposes, but not officially, to the girlfriend stage. let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here. =P
it’s like a huge memorial party at my mom’s house right now. all my emails from her the last two days are about all the good boys who we like coming out of the woodwork. like whitlow and johnson and curtis. good times. it’s like a cornucopia. i miss those boys.
aw. sweet. is my husband doing ok? does he need a little restorative sugar from me?
he’s getting some from another source as far as i can tell. and anthony even apparently has a 19 year old girlfriend right now. and whitlow’s girlfriend is moving in with him next month. and johnson got a new car (he’s already got a wife).
wait, i don’t understand. you mean real sugar, right? i mean obviously he’s not cheating on me or anything. but that’s ok, he can borrow sugar from people as long as he has sex only with me.
i meant the shoes actually. he’s started chinese binding of his feet so he can fit into them. then he says, “la! they make me feel like a princess!”
oh, that’s good. those big honkers of his take up all the space in the bed. also, foot binding will prevent him from running away from me quite so much.
Chris was also a window washer.