Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I saw my friend Zoe today. She (literally) smashed her wrist, and has had to have two bloody surgeries. The last week she's been at home sleeping and crying from the pain. Pain can be totally consuming, and her's seemed to be.
Today I saw her, and we hung out at the mall for a little while. She looked really beautiful, more beautiful really than I remember her being in a while. She's become super-skinny, and her eyes have red rings from either the pain-killers or the crying jags (or both), and she's luminescent. She was wearing a sleeveless puffy dress with a gold shirt underneath and a pair of stretch black pinstripes. Her cast is purple and covered in green writing, like "Scott is Gay" and "Zoe SUX.COM" etc. She had almost no make-up on- a little bit of lipstick, some eyeliner- I think.
She looked so hot, I couldn't even bear it. I was kneeling in front of her in the bloomingdales atrium and there was something so magnetic about her, I just wanted to kiss her. Her legs were tiny, almost impossibly small, and they looked so delicate.