Keep the line between the past and the present

Maybe you can go. Anytime you feel like coming out.
Well, the friendship remained in tact, which may or may not be a good thing. I am sure it is a good thing, everybody needs somebody and all that jazz. He may be a terrible friend, but he is quite the little lad, and he makes me laugh, most of the time. The surprise twist this week, he is dating a boy I went to highschool with, what are the chances. It is a teeny tiny world. I am lonely. Perpetually.
Manhattan Transfer is coming to Vancouver, on the 29th. I am considering asking Daddy to be my date, is that super lame of me? Or super awesome? I cannot decide.
My life reeks of coffee and cigarettes, with a faint hint of honey. I have recently rediscovered my love for honey, and now I'm eating that shit on everything.