Saturday, February 05, 2005
I thought it was terrible, and then I thought it was great, and then I thought it was the fucking stupidest thing I've ever done.
Today was warm enough to wash the truck outside in a t-shirt. Receding snow-line. Formal introduction. I painted my nails black to balance out my mood... and to hide the dirt and charcoal.
I walked past the party and was only mildly tempted to go inside. When I say I'm tired of parties, it's not coming from a place of insecurity. The truth of the matter is, as fun as French House is known to be, I'd gladly take Twin Peaks over Mardi Gras American-College-Student-Style most days. Was it wrong to laugh at a drunk girl in a mini-skirt and sandals, splashing through a big, slushy puddle? Is it wicked not to care? I don't know. Probably. Her very delayed reaction was priceless.
Not that I can claim to have very much grace about my manner. It's the kind of thing I seem to manage to do while totally sober. The list continues to grow.
I'm everything you never wanted.
Wrapped in plastic.
Today was warm enough to wash the truck outside in a t-shirt. Receding snow-line. Formal introduction. I painted my nails black to balance out my mood... and to hide the dirt and charcoal.
I walked past the party and was only mildly tempted to go inside. When I say I'm tired of parties, it's not coming from a place of insecurity. The truth of the matter is, as fun as French House is known to be, I'd gladly take Twin Peaks over Mardi Gras American-College-Student-Style most days. Was it wrong to laugh at a drunk girl in a mini-skirt and sandals, splashing through a big, slushy puddle? Is it wicked not to care? I don't know. Probably. Her very delayed reaction was priceless.
Not that I can claim to have very much grace about my manner. It's the kind of thing I seem to manage to do while totally sober. The list continues to grow.
I'm everything you never wanted.
Wrapped in plastic.
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