it always seemed to me that when poo hits the fan in my life, it does so at a time that is surrounded by at least one other notable event. the worst times of this past year occurred right around christmas, my birthday, then later in april poo hit the fan and at the same time, my great uncle died.

and then there's now.

poo hasn't officially hit the fan, but i can almost feel it coming. i want to be wrong. i so want to be wrong. i really suck at break ups as it is, but throw in the fact that we still care about each other dearly, and it makes it ten times worse. there is just so much... pressure.

and all this is accompanied by the fact that helen and i are moving into our apartment (hopefully) tomorrow and getting settled in this week. which is good in that it is somewhat of a distraction, but bad in that i don't want the first thing i associate our apartment with to be heartache. there is no good time to say goodbye to someone you love, but i guess i really wish it wasn't at the beginning of the school year.

fashionably late always fashionably late
could you try to be on time for once because i don't like having to explain why i have to wait
the timing is all wrong the timing is all wrong
maybe next time you could leave a little earlier so that you get here before my patience is all gone

and it's a reasonable assertion it's my educated guess
that it's slipping through my fingers that there's an opportunity i missed

fashionably late he's always fashionably late
and normally i wouldn't mind but he's been taking his sweet time
and sometimes it gets me afraid

when he's fashionably late