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Sun Jul 30 00 / 2:47 AM

Ashley's birthday was yesterday. He's 21, and I wish it just didn't get any bigger than that. I think 21 is a single age where one is undeniably an adult. 20 is a holdover from teenagehood, but 21 is the big leagues. When you fail here, there's no going back to the minors. You just die.

Of course we partied. Pizza, booze, new clothes, glitter. Stoney's (triedtrue), Minglewood's (new), The Mercury Lounge (new). Jen lost control, Ashley lost patience, I lost more new experiences. It was a hell of a time, as the three of us always make it.

Jen, Ashley and I; a new millennium Trinity and feeling fine. Are we?

And some go mystical, and some go mad.
One stares at a mirror all day long, as if
to recognize herself; another courts
angels, -for here she does not fear rebuff;
and a third, alone, and sick with sex, and rapt,
doodles him symbols convex and concave.
A.M. Klein

That's me on top, Jen in the middle, Ashley below. When we get together, we just connect, and it never goes wrong. We are each other's balance and counterpoint; we are fine apart, but so much more excited together. The old poetry is written about us.

Maybe it's because we don't see each other very often; that when we do align it's a big event and who can help having fun at one of those? Still, I think we'd be as marvelous if we feasted regularly. I remember getting together every day in high school and loving it; but nobody is sad in nostalgia.

They are my oldest truest friends. Ashley has a large chunk of my brain in years worth of letters; Jen has everything else. Since Ashley and I don't correspond anymore, I feel that we aren't as close as we used to be. No, it's more like: with every new letter I used to get from him, I felt we got further and further into each other's existence, and that forward progress has just stopped. We haven't gone back, but we just stay at the same level of familiarity and intimacy. Jen, though, she has taken over where Ashley has rested; I know her better in this year than the ten before.

I call Ashley my best friend, but that is a holdover from our years of letters, when truly no one knew us better than each other. Now though, Ashley distributes copies of his life story to strangers, and I at least talk more often. But he still knows me just as well, and I him, so the title can't simply be removed. Instead, with Jen in our permanent midst now, I'll just add to it. Jen&Ashley is my best friend.

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Lisa Higgs

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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Sun Jul 30 00 / 2:47 AM Ashley's birthday was yesterday. He's 21, and I wish it just didn't get any bigger than that. I think 21 is a single age where one is undeniably an adult. 20 is a holdover from teenagehood, but 21 is the big leagues. When you fail here, there's no going back to the minors. You just die. Of course we partied. Pizza, booze, new clothes, glitter. Stoney's (triedtrue), Minglewood's (new), The Mercury Lounge (new). Jen lost control, Ashley lost patience, I lost more new experiences. It was a hell of a time, as the three of us always make it. Jen, Ashley and I; a new millennium Trinity and feeling fine. Are we? And some go mystical, and some go mad. One stares at a mirror all day long, as if to recognize herself; another courts angels, -for here she does not fear rebuff; and a third, alone, and sick with sex, and rapt, doodles him symbols convex and concave. A.M. Klein That's me on top, Jen in the middle, Ashley below. When we get together, we just connect, and it never goes wrong. We are each other's balance and counterpoint; we are fine apart, but so much more excited together. The old poetry is written about us. Maybe it's because we don't see each other very often; that when we do align it's a big event and who can help having fun at one of those? Still, I think we'd be as marvelous if we feasted regularly. I remember getting together every day in high school and loving it; but nobody is sad in nostalgia. They are my oldest truest friends. Ashley has a large chunk of my brain in years worth of letters; Jen has everything else. Since Ashley and I don't correspond anymore, I feel that we aren't as close as we used to be. No, it's more like: with every new letter I used to get from him, I felt we got further and further into each other's existence, and that forward progress has just stopped. We haven't gone back, but we just stay at the same level of familiarity and intimacy. Jen, though, she has taken over where Ashley has rested; I know her better in this year than the ten before. I call Ashley my best friend, but that is a holdover from our years of letters, when truly no one knew us better than each other. Now though, Ashley distributes copies of his life story to strangers, and I at least talk more often. But he still knows me just as well, and I him, so the title can't simply be removed. Instead, with Jen in our permanent midst now, I'll just add to it. Jen&Ashley is my best friend.
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Lisa Higgs
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