they're coming to visit, which is nice. they're going to be driving longer than they'll actually be staying, which is stupid. but reason, it seems, is a largely foreign concept to these two, which is especially weird because one of them is a philosopher and the other is a linguist.

also, one of them is obsessed with the other. it's starting to freak us out, and i'm going to have to have a talk with him about it. seriously, it's not funny anymore.

he's like a toadies song.

they broke up like two years ago. he's convinced she's the one. she's too passive to tell him otherwise. meanwhile, we all get to hear about how it's just a matter of time.

fuck, it's been a matter of two years. the statute of limitations runs out on love after awhile, and descends full-throttle into, to be perfectly frank, psychosis.

maybe i'd be less mad if i thought for a second he was actually coming to see me and not to spend eleven hours alone in a car with her.