Follow-up EP
So he wasn't there. No biggie. No loss. No surprise. I waited, and called and there was no response.
Went to see races this weekend. Not nascar, not throughbreds, but races to april, bitches. Enjoyment was had by all as drunken Robin sexily masticated across from me. How much do I want him? Infinity, loves. Why oh why must he rock my world? As I left, his breath, smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes, lingered in my nose. Man I love it. I always fall for the boys with record collections rivaling their brooding alcoholism. Must work on that, but for now I'll drink to them and join the ranks.
How much do I heart Tyler? Alot. God knows why. He's younger, he...that's it that's all I could think of after minutes of thought (well, 30 seconds really.). There's something magnetic about him, something that makes me think about him at random times, something that makes my stomach clench in anticipation. Maybe I'm lonely (Good one Mere! Nice to see the obvious can't get you!!). Please oh please try for me.
I'm thinking about the Silent Press show in Hampton tonite. It is at seven. I'll close by 4. I can make it. Maybe someone will be there? Maybe I'll dance alone. When will I find that Postal Service song on the Starbucks cd? When will I stop spilling mocha on my apron? When will I find a dance partner? When?
He closed his lips and raised his fist with a silence more than words.
P>S> I really love that twitching hamster below.
Went to see races this weekend. Not nascar, not throughbreds, but races to april, bitches. Enjoyment was had by all as drunken Robin sexily masticated across from me. How much do I want him? Infinity, loves. Why oh why must he rock my world? As I left, his breath, smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes, lingered in my nose. Man I love it. I always fall for the boys with record collections rivaling their brooding alcoholism. Must work on that, but for now I'll drink to them and join the ranks.
How much do I heart Tyler? Alot. God knows why. He's younger, he...that's it that's all I could think of after minutes of thought (well, 30 seconds really.). There's something magnetic about him, something that makes me think about him at random times, something that makes my stomach clench in anticipation. Maybe I'm lonely (Good one Mere! Nice to see the obvious can't get you!!). Please oh please try for me.
I'm thinking about the Silent Press show in Hampton tonite. It is at seven. I'll close by 4. I can make it. Maybe someone will be there? Maybe I'll dance alone. When will I find that Postal Service song on the Starbucks cd? When will I stop spilling mocha on my apron? When will I find a dance partner? When?
He closed his lips and raised his fist with a silence more than words.
P>S> I really love that twitching hamster below.