written at Whizzer’s Cafe, Farrand Hall, University of Colorado, Boulder likely in September. I was contemplating giving a note to a girl I thought was cute.
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Hey, it’s true for me. I came to this school with 38 CD’s. Now I have about 130. No joke. Why do I like music enough for me to buy, on average, 3 or 4 cd’s a week?
Wow. I think I have 32 Cure related items now. Is that wrong?
Some have their heroin, some have their TV. Some have their morning caffeine fix,
Can’t I have *something*?
I have $20 for the next 2 weeks and I just spent half of it today. Oooops… Albeit, one was a surprise Doucle CD, and the other is my favorite thing ever, simply. It is my passion, truly.
ENOUGH! I am avoiding something that I have already touched on, but it is needed. And on to beat a dead horse….
Okay she rebuffed my cup man – which I think hurts me a bit more than it does him.
The cup man – I was being constructive. All I had was an empty coffe cup. I ripped off the paper handles – made him eyes. Cut him a jagged toothed smile, plucked out a nose. I cut another cup, made him legs; ripped some arms out.
He looked like he was bashfully smiling, little arms out or balance, wide-eyed, standing awkwardly on his rickety legs, like a newborn baby.
Like me…
I stuck the note in his (the cup man) mouth. As she left, I got up to offer it forth. She shrank back in horror, I involuntarily pulled it away. To her it probably was more like taunting, because I sort of offered it more forcefully, once again…. sort of like pushign kryptonite towards superman, then pulling it away when he is almost dead, and when he is okay again… WHAMMO… push it right back at him.
The second time I offered him (my little cup fella whose feelings are easily hurt) she looked at the cup, then me, then the cup, gave a nervous smile and sort of blurted out “no,no” – and tried to get away like a movie star from overzealous media.
She left me, confused, and the cup guys arm’s dropped a bit, smile full of her note a little smaller, and all 3 of us a little worse for the wear.
She is gone, I threw away the note, but cup-guy is still around. We need each other.
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[ed note: cup guy is no longer around. but we have words! WORDS!]