today at lunch i got a message from someone i used to call my best friend. he was my best friend and never anything more than that. that's why still to this day we feel comfortable just hanging out alone - especially when we haven't made time to do so in months. we decided to go to dinner, and he picked me up spontaneously at my house, we drove by kyle's and the three of us went to bison witches for soup. michael and i did at least.
the whole night we never did a thing. we very well accomplished not doing anything, but we had some of the best conversations. it's cool to be friends with people who care more about things going on in the world, or in this state, or just know things in general. i'm really just sick of people talking about how dank the weed is from denver or about all of the wonderful things of disk golf that no one understands, but still they persistently force everything on us. i love them to death, but goodness.
i probably spent more time happily in the nastiest apartment i've ever seen, than anywhere else this week. especially on this couch i've been so bound to. michael stafford came over, and the night got even better. they're all such good guys full of depth that i'm so thankful to be friends with.
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