I didn't write about it Monday, but Mikey and Oliver came for a visit that evening. This was a successful re connection between Mikey and myself. We have been somewhat estranged for almost a year now. He moved back to Charleston in late 2002 and a series of things happened that led to my withdrawing from him in many ways, not the least of which being that he straight up dumped his pet goat with me. I mean, who does that? But I never stopped loving him and the separation, paired with vague innuendo here and there were so hard to accept. So I'm very thankful for the opportunity to repair, renew, and build upon our friendship. I still wear the silver ring he gave me, the one that matches his. And the silver rope chain and bracelet. I've tried to keep some connection to him in this way, by wearing his jewelry even when we were unofficially not talking.
I visited Billy and Thomas in their new place this evening. It's a wonderful apartment uptown, minutes from me. His sense of style is so appealing. Clean lines, black, white, reds, lots of oriental influence. I think he's making a mistake changing his major from architecture to biology, shame to let all that talent go to waste. I couldn't stay long as I have to be up at 4:30 a.m. for work tomorrow. Speaking of which, goodnight.
11:49 p.m. - 2004-01-01
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