September 25, 2003

  • Another one of those days that's busy, busy, busy FOR NOTHING.  You get everything done systematically, only to wonder what you were so anxious about at the outset; yet you forget by the next time around and go through the same dread again.


    I was alone at the house eating lunch when I saw Jeremy trudging up the walk from the breakfast nook window.  Catching my eye, he just knocked perfunctorily and strode right in, making me blush cuz he came in on me finishing off a whole pint of Haagen-Dazs rum raisin ice cream.


    "Caught!"  he chirped, reminding me why I never cared that much for him.   I actually drop a few pounds at the beginning of each quarter from losing sleep and having no time to eat a full meal, so I thought I could handle the extra cals.


    "You missed the spinach salad."


    "Yeah?"


    "Um, hmm, with avocado, bay shrimp, and ranch dressing."


    "So how was the beach party at Malibu last weekend?  Pretty hot, I heard,"  he said, grabbing the cookie jar off the peninsula, whisking a stack of papers aside,  and taking a seat across from me.


    "Great.  Except Marcie crashed our jacuzzi session and had to steal the show making adorable expressions and talking in that silly little voice she gets like a cartoon character so that everybody likes her, the monster,"  I griped, remembering the guys patting her on the head, saying "Awwww!"   I imitated a few lines of her shtick, and Jeremy guffawed.  Gossip was one thing I could appreciate him for.  Only five feet six, somewhat prissy, with a bludgeoning beer gut, he has a real short man's complex and, come to think of it, is really jealous of women and hates us succeeding at anything or even looking good.   Really, I sometimes wonder if he's a fag.


    "That's....The Marsh!   So hey...."  he drawled, pausing for effect, "how would you like to meet us for pizza at Round Table tonight?  Me and my roommates don't feel like cooking, either."


    "Okay,"  I acquiesced.  It was a while since we'd seen Trevor, whom Chelle had a major crush on, and my man was off hazing initiates and being such a meanie.   So we went and had a fairly good time and then walked to the coffee shop for iced cappulattos.   Jeremy treated.  There was a really bitchin' sunset with all the smog we've been having.   So not bad.  I even allowed him a brotherly good night kiss, making sure I gave him the latest scoop on Brett afterwards.   The oddest thought popped into my mind that I'd reject Jeremy and find out later his fierce competitive spirit made him into a movie mogul or something.  Then I'd call him to reminisce about old times and he wouldn't even remember me.   Horrors.

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