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8:53 p.m. ~ 2003-06-30
i should really stop reading it keith has been in las vegas for the past week and i really wish he would just lose all his money and come home already. ive gone without a decent drinking buddy for 7 days now, this is really cramping my style. plus, hes the only person i really trust to talk to about...everything. and of course, you guys. i keep reading his journal and i know the flowerpot and i are settling more and more into a friendship as he pursues a girl, one that sounds perfect for him, and then writes about her in a way that seems a little familiar, but i know hes really happy. theres a sting sometimes, but then it fades, i know its her thats making him happy. he saved me this winter, when i really needed someone and now he needs someone. and to sound perfectly cliche: "if hes happy, then im happy for him" now enough of me being a big mush, i will not let one more tear fall from my eyes this weekend on account of anybody. only when i staple my finger to a receipt will i cry. and that hurt like a sumbitch today. washington happens in one month. i think im going, i think ill be all right. i know i have to talk to christian. ground rules should be established. (yeah but rules were made for breaking...)
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