One For My Homey

Right about now I'm usually at B's house smoking a pack of cigarettes and watching TV. It's funny when you get used to doing something.

But tonight I'm at home, drinking a Corona and smoking alone, and I realize that I'm not with my trusty side-kick.

It's like Shaggy without Scooby. Like Tom without Jerry. Like Batman without the Boy Wonder (though technically, Batman always went solo, except for that series in the 60's.) As Forrest Gump would say, "We was like peas and carrots."

I miss my carrots!

Maybe she just needs to be alone right now. She just dumped her boyfriend (but I don't think it's for real, because her mom's coming to town tomorrow.) We've been hanging out religeously for the last three months, so it feels funny that I haven't talked to her at all since last week.

What's funny is that I know I could text her and we'd be blissfully doing nothing right now. Together. But if she needs a little space, then I'll just wait for her to buzz me.

On another note, tomorrow there are changes afoot. I'm giving up on growing out my hair and just cutting it all off. And I think a closet organizer is in my future. Mmmmmm. Wire shelving. And bed sheets. Definately some bed sheets.

To B, (sip of Corona,) here's to you, homey.