the coked up diplomat impression was so dead on.
does Stephen know what he’s talking about from firsthand experience?
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On the point.
I think I visit your page so often and read through all of the posts because I want to have some magical revelation that’ll grow me up through your words. It’ll make the world all fluffy and nice again, and my problems will go away.
But that’s not the point, is it? The point is, the world ISN’T all fluffy and nice, and if I can get used to that, and even take solace in it, then I’ll be alright, even when everything’s fucked three ways from Sunday. That’s what you’re trying to say, isn’t it?
Yup.
it was my boy best friend’s birthday.
I made cupcakes and everyone asked why—and then were shocked to find out that it was for his birthday.
“what?! why would you make cupcakes for him?” the girls in the office demanded.
“well,” I laughed, “he’s kind of my best friend.”
probably the best moment of the day was when I was in the warehouse, a candle, a lighter and a cupcake ready. I caught him by the dock and lit the candle, held it in my hand and made him make a wish. instead of making a joke or telling me I’m stupid—he closed his eyes.
then he blew the candle out and I gave him the cupcake while he looked at his friend standing nearby and said, “See how good she is to me?” as I walked away.
I hope he made a good wish.
