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Feb. 26th, 2008 | 09:14 am


happy birthday aj
i bet you thought i'd forget but the internet reminded me. i thought it was yesterday actually
and then i bothered to read the email i got
thank god for the internet

i don't even know if you'll see this
what with the not really talking to me anymore shit and all
but you didn't answer your phone or your email or the txt i sent you
so this is all i've got

so i hope you have a great day
make scooter take you out somewhere nice
he's a banker i know he can swing it


i don't know if you care but
things are nice here
i'm going with molly to the doctor's this morning, just a normal appointment
i'm playing around on the internet while she gets ready
i don't think her doctor likes me, big surprise, but whatever
i think it's because i'm too squeamish

we're settled into the new house, i think molly sent you pictures?
it's nice but even though it's in chelsea i feel out of my league you know?
if i wanted to buy a house in chelsea all i'd be able to afford is a tent to prop up in the alley next to the guy i used to buy coke from
but whatever that's my problem

anyway

the house is nice, i feel like i'm in some cute vintage old movie you made me watch
there's rooms and stairs and a cute little fireplace
it's cozy, it's home, sort of
i have an office somewhere i can sit down and write
i'm almost done with the second act would you believe it
my agent constantly flips her shit every time i send her new pages

she's shopping it around some of the theatres here
and apparently there is buzz
idk i think she's just making shit up to get me excited
but it's working so whatever


whatever i'm just rambling now i guess
i hope you're doing good
have a great birthday
you deserve a great day and i wish i could be there to take you out
show you a great night on the town
but
yeah

i'm going to go

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A.J. Bywaters

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from: lowonink
date: Feb. 26th, 2008 07:19 pm (UTC)
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I don't have much time to actually comment as I've got to get going to work shortly, but I wanted to say thank you.

I'll uh...give you a call or something later. It depends on how sober I am. Seth just realized this morning that it was my golden birthday and apparently that's something special. I think he thinks he's going to get laid, but really he'll be lucky if I let any part of him anywhere near my cock. I suppose that's a bad sign, but I'm just not interested tonight.

We're living together now. He moved in a couple weeks ago and made me get rid of the old bed. Which is to say, he got Mrs. O'Leary to help him throw it out while I was at work one weekend. He's turned your old room into an office and I still refuse to go in it. It doesn't smell like you anymore and there aren't any signs really that you'd ever been there in the first place. Besides the cat on the ceiling, but that's more proof of my existence than yours. Even Seth and a step ladder couldn't get that thing down. I don't remember what I stuck it up with, but apparently it's pretty impressive.

Anyway, this comment turned out to be longer than I intended, way longer, actually and now I'm about to be late for work so I should stop typing and go.

Give Molly and the parasite my love.

Save some for yourself as well.

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from: cartridgefull
date: Feb. 26th, 2008 08:14 pm (UTC)
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yw

work on your birthday that's lame
should have requested off or something

mrs oleary actually helped him carry a bed
now that i'd like to see
should have pushed the old bitch down the stairs with it

doesnt smell like me? you mean scooter managed to disappear
twoish years of the room smelling like cigarette smoke?
he's got talent

seriously what the fuck did you industrial strength glue that damn cat to the ceiling
impressive indeed let me tell you

i'll tell molly
dont call it a parasite to her face
(or you know as close to her face you can get, you being there her being here)
she gets mad and will slap you
or at least thats what i've heard
hah hah hah

ill have bday cake in your honor today
just fyi
it'd be birthday drinks but if you'd believe it,
nothing since thanksgiving, absolutely nothing
crazy shit that yeah?

okay anyway
yeah
have a great day

:)

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A.J. Bywaters

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from: lowonink
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 01:07 am (UTC)
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I'd rather work on my birthday, it means I'm actually doing something instead of just sitting around at home staring at a blank Word document and hoping that the blinking cursor will inspire me to actually, y'know, write.

Well, not Mrs. O'Leary exactly. Her grandson (the redhead who gave you a blowjob in the elevator like a year and a half ago) did it, but same difference really.

Doesn't smell like you. It smells like gallons of Febreeze and scented candles and outside. It's disgusting really, I hate it. Also, you left behind some interesting porn. I mailed it like a week ago so you should have a nondescript package for Molly to yell at you about now. Sorry about that, but it seemed like a waste to throw it out and it didn't do anything for me so...yeah.

I swear, I just used scotch tape. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with your freakish ceiling.

But...it is a parasite by all scientific definitions. It's sucking nutrients from her body and not giving her anything in return. Parasite. At least I'm not calling it whoops or spooge or something.

None? Wow. I am impressed. I've been celibate since your little foray into heterosexuality so I suppose that's kinda the same. Still, I'm proud of you.

I love you. I miss you. Let me come home.

Dear God, I hope you're not typing your manuscript like this.

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from: cartridgefull
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 02:45 am (UTC)
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guess we can only write in shifts
i'm writing like a madman and you're stuck
that sucks

is the grandson still hot
and completely in denial of his queerness
i could speculate
on things
but i wont

hey i was wondering where that porn went
i knew i was missing something
good thing i'm home to check the mail so maybe she won't yell at me for it

none nothing zip
i tried to quit smoking too and that worked for about a week
so now i spend half my time outside
but it's better than the alternative
which was apparently going fucking insane


my manuscripts are properly typed
trust me
all those ALL CAPS and EXIT LEFT and shit makes me not want to do anything the right way when i'm not writing


you belong here
with me
with us
it's not the same

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A.J. Bywaters

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from: lowonink
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 02:54 am (UTC)
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I'm sure it'll come to me again at some point. I've just never had writer's block for this long before. It makes me want to weep.

He is. He was wasted the other day and we made out.

When you get your porn, do you wanna check your suitcases for my sex drive? I'd like to have it back, please.

Good job. Keep up the good work or something.

Just so long as you're employing proper grammar and punctuation where it counts.

He doesn't make me feel like you do. I'm tired of being so sad all the time.

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from: cartridgefull
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 03:37 am (UTC)
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SETTING:
     The Starbucks across the street from that bar with the phallic logo.

TIME:
     Late evening, February 2008.

A gentle snow falls outside, barely coating the sidewalks and the road in a light fluffy powder. The coffee shop is almost closing, and is inhabited by only a few patrons. The decor is chic urban glam, all stainless steel and neutral, earthy colors. NATHAN sits at a stool at the long table facing the window, legs swinging idly as he stares half at his laptop screen, half at the outside world. A MAN pauses, lighting up a cigarette, and NATHAN sighs, then goes back to typing on his laptop.


NATHAN:     What about all of your other writer's block things? Sitting in strange places and hiding under the couch or in the cabinets and shit? Or whatever it was that you did to get back your writing mojo? You'll find something.

          NATHAN pauses, taking a long sip from his latte, which is already getting cold. He looks out the window again, knowing that he should go home soon before his wife starts to worry. Instead, he starts typing again.

NATHAN:     Good for you, with the random making out. I'm proud of you. I won't tell Scooter.

          Another pause, as he peers into his latte cup, wishing it was warmer. Or something.

NATHAN:     If I find your sex drive, I promise I'll return it. Maybe it's stuck in with all the shoes that I don't wear anymore. I'll check.

     :     NATHAN pushes his chair away from the table, picking up the cup and tossing it in the trash can.

BARISTA:     No good, mister?

NATHAN:     Oh, excellent, man, I just sat around staring at it too long, and now it's all fucking cold.

          NATHAN winks at the BARISTA, a young man in his early-20s with a distinctly metrosexual look about him. The BARISTA flushes a bit.

BARISTA:      I'll get you another one, on the house.

NATHAN:      Great, thanks. You're amazing.

          NATHAN sits back down, laughing slightly under his breath.</i>

NATHAN:      Where was I? Oh, yeah. See how I can use proper punctuation and grammar? It's beautiful, isn't it?




....ive used up my quota of awesome for today


ill always miss us
and what we could be
i'm sorry i cant say it enough
i need you to be whole but i cant have that anymore can i

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A.J. Bywaters

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from: lowonink
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
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Why not? God, Nathan. Why? All I want is to be with you. All I want in the whole fucking world. How the fuck am I going to survive without you?

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from: cartridgefull
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 04:20 am (UTC)
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then just come home
this can be your home
i swear to fucking god there is room for you

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A.J. Bywaters

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from: lowonink
date: Feb. 27th, 2008 04:22 am (UTC)
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Talk to Molly. I need to know that it's okay with her first. I won't do anything if it's not right by her.

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from: divas_sister
date: Feb. 26th, 2008 09:18 pm (UTC)
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What are you doing for dinner, Nate? Let me take you and Molly out. I'll meet you at Molly's office. You're not allowed to say no. Besides, Molly will welcome the chance to a) not cook or b) not bicker over take-out with you. Give me a call, will you? Don't make me come over there and drag you out of the house.

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from: cartridgefull
date: Feb. 26th, 2008 09:42 pm (UTC)
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dinner was going to be take out from that indian place over by nyu
you know the one
but ive got the feeling you and mol are just planning things without me
and by asking if i want to go to dinner
youre really saying "nate were all going to dinner"

so ill just meet you at her office

youre paying the bill, it was your idea

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