I learned that the measure of a man is his ability to stir-fry bok choi hearts.
That High Fidelity is the new (500) Days of Summer.
That it’s nice to be needed.
That I still wonder if I’m forgotten.
That it’s not so much that I don’t have anything to write about, but nothing ever seems important enough to put down on paper nowadays.
That food poisoning is like a laxative for both ends.
That I’m allowed to miss her.
That it’s okay to think others are cute too.
That I’m doing the whole Swingers thing with Lisa, where she’s trying to convince me I’m a big fucking bear.
That I can’t read signals.
That it doesn’t matter whether or not you’re invited, as long as you’re happy where you are.