i thought there was a virtue in always being cool.

at the convenience store i stop to admire an article about paris hilton and nicole ritchie (no longer friends??!!.) ahh - paris hilton. my favorite indulgence...
"what are you doing?!" he asks, coming around the edge of the aisle, sounding like my dad, and i laugh as i scamper away - down to where the frozen pizzas are.
got to buy milk, we're gonna split it.. get a pepperoni pizza ("this kind is good," he says) and on and on and on.
back in the kitchen, we're like brother and sister. "do you want a man to cut this pizza?" he asks, and i swat him with something or other. he learned how to count from one to ten in japanese and i make him say it over and over again.
we talk about it all and nothing. i tell him how to make lattes. he asks about the milk. "you're crazy. crazy." he says.
i sneezed and hit my glasses and now they are crooked again.
too much coffee.
yet more studying.
and off.