ruby slippers and a drag queer
oh no we drank everything again. again again. oops. we always show our guests a good time. the neighbors next door were throwing a trance-type party. the floors vibrated with the bass and made my feet tingle. i happened to be mouthing the climax of 'angry inch' when luke walked in with amber. her dirty look made me proud of myself. fuck killjoys. i stumbled into my room finally and pressed my cheek into my sheets, happy to have a home. my red lips left an awkward smear. the pecking rooster in my alarm clock seemed to nod at me. i heard maddie do a fierce cher impression from down the hall. my spine shivered. i made my best effort not to fall asleep in my jeans, like i do, stared deeply into the bowie-with-dog poster on my door, felt like he was staring back, and passed out. i dreamt i was, among other things, going around somewhere sniffing fingernails' worth of cocaine, and am craving some analysis.
now the party's up again with the Q&A people, daniel is serving a baileys concoction involving butterscotch schnapps, which is somewhere between a gag and a giggle, as well as the usual cranberry fare. people are screaming. i'm being a hermit and taking my soup in my room and picking last night's crust out of my eyes and i feel real good.
now the party's up again with the Q&A people, daniel is serving a baileys concoction involving butterscotch schnapps, which is somewhere between a gag and a giggle, as well as the usual cranberry fare. people are screaming. i'm being a hermit and taking my soup in my room and picking last night's crust out of my eyes and i feel real good.