the consumer's king and unhappiness is treason

JOSH: [out of nowhere] well, i get two weeks off and it's right around the corner, so.
ME: when?
JOSH: december.
ME: [fumbling for a response, any response] well--december is good.
JOSH: mmhmm.  so...
ME: so.
JOSH: what're your parents going to do?
ME: [totally confused] uh...hang out?
JOSH: tch, no.  they're probably gonna make me stay in a hotel.
ME: [catching on now] oh, no, they'd--they'd be fine with it.
JOSH: yeah?
ME: yeah, they'd be totally cool.
JOSH: mmhmm.  they'd think i look like a rapist.  i'd come to the door and--
ME: --"what's that, mom?  there's a rapist at my door?  why, that must be my friend joshua!"
JOSH: [laughing] one point for me!  yes!

so.

...december?

maybe?

oh my god.

JOSHHHH.

he told me he would text me this morning (at 5:30, when he wakes up) and then call if i responded.  "it's a bad sign," he said, "if i don't text you.  it means i didn't wake up...and one of my guys is sick and i have to take him in, so i kind of need to get up."

it looks like he slept in.

but he's sick too, so that's good.  that he slept in.  "i'm gonna get killed tomorrow," he told me, following the sentence up with the hugest yawn i've ever heard.

hopefully he's wrong.

on the ferris wheel, looking out on coney island
under more stars than there are prostitutes in thailand
our hair in the air, our lips blue from cotton candy
when we kiss it feels like a flying saucer landing
and i can't sleep, 'cause you've got strange powers
you're in my dreams, strange powers