i'm a sharp shooter, and she's a little rusty

tonight i saw barry off, at least until early august. it was pretty fucking great having him around just for two days, i'll be exceptionally happy when he's here for a week. somehow, it's the best feeling in the world sitting next to him talking about how utterly lost we both are. he may have the upper hand, what with his steady job and live-in girlfriend and all, but in the end he's just as confused as i am (and he's three years older). i know and care about a whole lot of great people, but since i've been home i've realized that barry's the one person i really love. he's my big brother, my best friend, confidant, and the platonic love of my life. he's just always been there.
i'm going to be old with cats, calling him at odd hours so he'll have to explain me to his future wife and children as their crazy aunt or something. fantastic.

on the way home from seeing him i saw a sign for help with landscaping at an intersection, so i called the number and now i have a weeding job tomorrow morning. weird, but good. hope it goes well.