I miss my brother. No, not my real brother? My real brother is snoring somewhere beyond the closet wall, presently. Rather, I miss my best friend/brother. As I mentioned before, my b-day is coming up and I get really under the weather around this time of the year. When I get under the weather, I reminisce about things and listen to stuff like "Hey Jupiter" and "Solsbury Hill". But for right now, I miss the guy I've been friends with for about seven years, and was roommates with for about four years (almost). Things just haven't been the same, since I moved out. Maybe I'm just missing that too, because things had changed in the few months before I did move? Now he works in a forensics place, doing DNA work, with a evidence room and everything. He's going to a University at the same time. So, gradually, I saw less and less of him. That was inevitable. A lot of things are, I guess. But when he started being gone for six days a whack, I felt like someone had cut off my left arm. Like I had lost a part of myself, that I couldn't get back again...
     Truthfully, I couldn't afford to stay there, either. I explained all of it to him, when I made up my mind that I had to help out my Dad. I didn't have much of a choice. Between jobs that didn't pay enough money, college courses, being sick all the time last year, and my Dad asking me to move back home...there wasn't that much of a decision to make. I got a extra cat out of the deal, he got his ex-boyfriend to move back in, and I was hauled off back to a deeper pit of financial woe than I was dumped in, before. More than all that, I lost someone who really made me laugh. And in this world, this is a rare commodity these days. There are few people who can really make me laugh like that, in real life. In fact, he was one of the last two people who could really do so...on a face to face basis.

     So, in honor of the guy I haven't been able to talk with for a really long time, here is a list of some things I miss about him the most:

*The way we could lean out our bedroom doors and yell "Hey, bitch!" and the other one would immediately (happily) answer with "yessss?"

*That time I did my sleazy dance in the parking lot of our old mutual workplace singing "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" at the top of my lungs, causing him to laugh so hard he was crying and couldn't stand up.

*Giving him crap for skiing, because he always hyper-extended his knees.

*The fact that he liked my favorite pepperoni, pineapple, & jalapeno pizza, too.

*Anime marathons. 'Nuff said.

*That time we made a pact to watch nothing but Star Trek for an entire week. We stuck to it, too. Unfortunately for him, I had all of the original series Star Trek on tape...heh heh...

*Singing really dirty songs at the top of our lungs in the car, with the windows rolled down, during rush hour traffic jams.

*No one else was addicted to the special way I make spicy ramen.

*That he'd get mad at me, 'cuz I smiled and joked when we were fighting...because it was always over really stupid crap. I'd tell him so and he'd get more pissed off. Go fig.

*He got me addicted to the internet in '95. It's all his fault. Blame him.

*It was fun going grociery shopping with him, for some odd reason. Grociery shopping isn't very fun, usually.

*He could cook Indian food. I want some outrageously spicy curry right now. *tummy growls* ^_^;

*That he sometimes called me "kiddo" even though he was a year or so younger than I am. I never figured this one out and never really thought to ask...

*That time we played with our Ronin Warriors action figures for nearly two hours, sitting at the kitchen table. Our other roommate thought we were insane. I wonder why?

*Raiding his wardrobe. He had better coats & sweaters.

*Clubbing & bar hopping. Especially that jazz place that let you color on the tables.

*He almost always had a bottle of Absolut in the freezer and beer in the fridge, just in case.

*That one debate over quantum foam that ended around five a.m.

*Video game marathon sprees, that could last for a week or two, nonstop.

*Crass/rude/biting/sardonic remarks that could easily overshadow some of my own.

*Last but not least, feeling totally comfy around someone, like you'd had them there since the day you were born. Like finding a long-lost, equally insane twin you didn't know you had.


      ...On that note, I think I'm going to try to call him again, even though no one answers the phone there...it's an old habit...