Wednesday, July 16, 2003
at 10:58 PMThe Highest Cholesterol In The World
Tuesday night I dreamed about Andrew Wheeler, probably as a result of reading Elliott's recent entry about Emily. In junior high and our freshman year I considered Andrew a friend in the same sense that I once considered Emily a friend (I slowly and dimly realized that neither of them reciprocated my views). I'm daft (sometimes artfully), but easily embittered once I finally catch on to things. Anyhow, Andrew's had my copy of "National Lampoon's Animal House" since freshman year, and I will never forgive him for not returning it. Unfortunately, his descent into the drug world does not make me feel vindicated.
If someone spurns me, I would prefer that he or she be "better" than me in some sense. Andrew's a puss. Emily's really only a puss as far as she relates to other people.
People weary me.
