On saturday, my grandmother’s great friend Mary Eggleston passed away, too. This year sucks.

i went over to my old friend Sandy’s (i mean… Cassandra’s) place. We used to be best buds in high school and beyond. The last year that we hung out regularly was 1992, before i moved away to Florida. i used to miss her so. i’m quite fond of her (she’s really amazing and i admire her for her talent and soul) and am glad to see that she is doing pretty darn good. She’s been through so much, poor girl. But she’s engaged now and has a killer apartment and a good job and all that jazz. Her fiancee is cool as shit, too.

Unfortunately, we had a little bit of drinkie-drinkie, and were a tad tipsy. i left because i was feeling rather uncomfortable. i think it was best that i did so. See, i’ve always been hopelessly in love with her. Okay, i’m not quite THAT pathetic about it, but pretty close, i guess. One of the last times i saw her before i moved to Jacksonville, we actually kissed. When i came back for my vacation five years ago, we nearly kissed again. (We lost touch in between, and i just got up the nerve to call her parents last week.) i think we’re one of those “couples” (i use the term loosely) who never actually get together. Well, i have lousy timing. i guess ours is a bittersweet kind of history. But in the end, all i really want is for her to be happy; and i’m glad that she is, and i wish her the best of luck with her fiancee, who, as i’ve already mentioned, is cool anyway.