JB in real-time is a new feature that finds me serendipitously at a computer transcribing what Josh is saying/doing--usually after a drink or two:
Josh just came home from a work party at Club Platinum.
"Did you know Russia invaded Georgia! Aren't they supposed to be doing heroin or something--not stealing our missile defense system. That kind of thing makes me want to go to another planet or something." At this point he tried to take a spoonful of oatmeal and spit it out, spilling it down the front of his shirt because it was too hot. Then: "Do you know what? My mom's nickname was Asbestos Mouth--no pun intended--she eats hot stuff. That's were I get it from. I want to be in another dimension, I don't want to be here anymore." As he walked out of my room he kicked over a fan, in the next room, knocked a framed picture off the wall and kicked over a keyboard on a stand. When he made it to the kitchen he asked me why a bottle of bleach was on the counter. I said he must have just gotten it out because it wasn't out this morning and I didn't take it out. He replied with: "there are deep mysteries here!"
Now he is hopping across the kitchen floor in his boxers trying to put a pair of pants on.
Before hesitantly leaving to go to another party around the corner from our house, he said: "I don't know if I should go to this party, I feel like I might lose something--not my virginity, but a tie, or my life."
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somehow, this felt to personal for me to read.
and by "to" i meant "too", naturally.
i like to listen to the kicking and hopping and banging that happens upstairs and make up little stories in my mind about what josh is actually doing. that night i was dreaming of him practicing his dance moves. damn.
sorry for the hopping noises, i should be getting my foot-cast off in the next week or so!
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