2004-08-12 / 10:31 a.m.

(i know you know i know)

You called crying, saying you couldn't meet me.

I was still brushing my teeth as I answered, mouth full of bristles and foam, I'll be there if you show up.

That sounded nice, but I meant it in the coldest way possible.

And now, for that, I really do feel bad.

last night ... tonight