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Surgeon: "Guess where I was?"
Nurse:"Where?" Surgeon: "Justin, Jesse, James." 09.07.2004 | 11:17 pm All right, so I don't give a shit who knows my business, because everyone knows it before I even have a chance to explain myself to the people it affects. Mississippi is seriously Miranda's hell. Let's start with Sunday, because that's where I left off. Sunday I was supposed to attend a Raging Euphoria recording session, because I was "cordially invited" by Jesse, who was only in town for 2 days. So, I got my directions & hitched a ride with the parentals all the way to Dalewood. I arrived around 2 & chatted with Falon, Jesse, & Michael for a bit. Everyone else left to go to the BP station & I adored Falon & Michael's beautiful displays of "I want to love you". They returned & tried to record, but technical problems made it fucking impossible. We, being me & Ms. Falon, sat by the shed door & watched. They cassette recorded the practice, which lasted about 2 hours & then we all retired to Michael's comfy, cool living room. Jesse lay in my lap then & I kind of felt awkward, but I felt like a bad person telling him to "get the fuck up." But I didn't. Chris, Falon, Mark, Jesse, and I went to the BP station again. We got back & some chick named Randie was there, so her & Falon chatted, while Chris, Mark, & Michael practiced as Blind Innuendo, leaving me & Jesse, sort of ... left out. We sat & talked for a while until he suggested we go to the front porch to cool off & I didn't disagree, because I was fucking melting from the heat. So, we sit on the porch and he mumbles something about James & I leaned down to hear him & he kisses me ... and I kiss him back. And we kissed a bit more. I guess I eventually just gave in to him, because he made me feel wanted. And word to the fellas, that's pretty much all it takes to get into Miranda's pants, because I have psychological issues up the ass. Anyway, Chris & Falon left shortly after & he was supposed to be my ride back to the mall to meet James. Jesse asked me to stay & suggested that his brother could drop me off & for some insane, fucked up reason, I stayed. I stayed & talked to him & tried to justify what happened or prolong it, who knows? But Jesse's brother arrives & refuses to drop me off. Jesse pleaded for a good 15-20 minutes, but he still said no. Jesse threw his Modest Mouse T-shirt that I asked for earlier at me & says something & waves, gets in the car, and drives off. This leaves me stranded at Michael's house. I call James, who I'm really hoping can come get me, so I can just blurt my guilty conscience out to & hope to god he doesn't leave me. I call & he finds me a ride with Josh. I talk to Michael in the meantime & we discover Jesse left his guitar. Apparently, I have a habit of making men forget their guitars. James arrives & I blurt out everything to him before we even get to Josh's car. When we do get to Josh's car, I am overwhelmed with anger in like 8 different shades that I rip his WF sticker off his car. [this comes into play later] The ride to BAM wasn't good. James whispered harsh words in my ear and made me angry to the point of tears, which is hard to do. On top of that, he threatened to throw out the ring I gave him. We arrived at BAM & talked most of the time. We made up the best of our ability & went inside where I was harassed by Patrick for vandalizing Josh's car. I laughed at the situation, because arguments give me the giggles. My parents picked us up shortly after & took him home. Onto the event that is Monday. James, darling, persuaded Andy to drive all the way to Newton, pick me up, drive back to Meridian, and bring home at 1 a.m., but mommy dearest had problems with this plan, so I hitched a ride home from Damien at about 9:30. Andy also gave me a full pack of cigarettes. He's a good guy. He got his dad to pick us up from Domino's & take us to BAM too. Super guy. At Domino's I met more of James' friends, one of which bought us sodas & cheesy bread. Our ride showed up & James chatted with the man about guitars & "the good ol' days" until we reached our destination. We sat outside and talked, smoked, and chowed down on cheesy bread. Lulu & Chris showed up & hung out for about 15 minutes. We went outside after that and checked out some books, but also got semi-kicked out for our behavior. [making out in the aisles] After that we sat outside & talked a bit more with a good view of most of Meridian. The lights are fucking beautiful at night & I get this weird feeling when I look out over all of it. I feel like I own it. Like I could snap my fingers and cause chaos over the entire city. It's all in my head, but it's a nice feeling. Back to my story, we attempted to walk to Walmart to get a Dr. P with ice, because I'm a picky patron, but Damien met us, before we got there. And for the record, James is a beautiful person. Damien stopped at Mickey D's where I got an ice cream cone & DP. I shared both with Mr. Carll. We dropped him off & talked on the way home about various things. Like, god, firefighting, and how we're both manipulative fucks. Apparently, everyone I know is a manipulative little fuck. It's nice being surrounded by such heartless people. James & I called Justin on three-way Sunday night. It was strange & I don't think it really cleared anything up. Aw well. I feel good about it. He was massively pissed that I gave James the ring that he wore for over a year. Bitch I be. Tonight I called Jesse to attempt to sort out the situation or at least understand what his purpose was for doing such things, but after about 10 minutes of conversing my mom's cell phone rings and who could it be, but James. Talk about bad fucking timing. I almost choked on my tongue. Heather should be coming over this Friday, because James said it was a-okay. Joking. I actually asked him, because I was used to asking permission to do things, I guess & he goes "What do you want to do Friday?" and I said "Well... Heather wanted to do something." He goes "Then you're doing something with Heather." And I smiled and told her that I could do something & she thinks he's grand. And he is. I get to see him Thursday, because his fucked up, oddly arranged plans always work out, even if they don't wrk out the way he plans them. Heather's in deep doo-doo. Apparently, Jeremy lied to her about mucho things & it's causing trouble in paradise. Say what you want, but I hope paradise fucking gets rained out & called a disaster area, because I don't want my best friend moving to motherfucking Las Vegas. Goddamn. This was uber long. And I have my complete set of all Modest Mouse CD's give or take a few pointless EP's and a Decemberists CD that is pretty damn good too. Thanks & fuck you Jesse.
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