|Officially the worst day of my life:
||[Jul. 8th, 2008|07:51 pm]
Botched a phonecall with Anish Fucking Kapoor (an incredibly famous and talented artist and our biggest client), learned that my grand uncle, one of my favorite people in the world, is on his deathbed and chose not to go see him so a skeleton wouldn't be my last memory of him, and just got still-want-to-be-friends dumped by one of TWO people I have to hang out with in Oakland. FUUUUUCKKKKK.|
I do still want to be friends. Jonah is an incredibly valuable and close friend, but I was really starting to think that after six months, it might have been the real thing and I could maybe start letting myself fall in love with him.