2:27 a.m. - 08.29.09

Watterson Theory.

what is ultimately the worst part about my situation is that in the last six months i've met about a dozen people that i thought were going to be consistent friends. take whandall and lily: the stage seemed set for something wagnerian, and i ended up with fucking clown shoes.

i don't intend to disparage either of them, but as was the case of Calvin's Uncle Max, it may have not been wise to give them names. but, i'm stuck with it. not that i update the cast page much, though i suppose it was my hope for a new friendship that fueled things.

which brings me to wonder: were i to write more, who would have names and who wouldn't? the few constants are erin, the lad, Ray and Arthur. times are so tumultuous, i don't know who is worth naming and probably have a lot of ret-conning to do should i be concerned with such things.

a part of me is, because i want the story straight (or at the very least queerly aligned). the other part gently reminds me that i'm lucky to make three posts a month here. at any rate, and dichotomies aside i'm lucky that anything interesting happens to me at any given time. if anything this makes me play things even closer to the vest than i have previous.