a slow crushing feeling with a lemon twist

breathe in

today is destined to be a horrible day. it is written in the stars. i think i was shorted 100 on my paycheck. my i pod might be broken.

times like these i want to go back on my medication.

i think its story time.

breathe out

imagine a social setting. pick any that you like. fill it with acquaintances. not friends mind you, friends won't do for this type of story. this is a tragedy. the cast are all familiar. there is the loner, the pretty one, the outgoing one, the shy one, the girly one, the obnoxious one, the butch one, the new one. you've got it? good. their faces don't necessarily need to be recognizable, just like acquaintances in your own life. now just watch them interact. watch the seemingly mindless waltz of hihowareyou and howhaveyoubeen. him and you and her and me and you and him and we. it happens every night somewhere.

the outgoing one looks over to the girly one, while the pretty one pines over the loner. the obnoxious one somehow has bonded with the shy one, and all their fag hags sit in the corner with their hoop earrings and embarressingly tight tube tops and capri pants.

every night in the bar is the same, the patterns flow and ebb in the same ways. sometimes you are let down. sometimes you have the time of your life. but no matter where you are the faces are the same, their roles always played to a t.

i love you all, lets have another martini. who wants shots? sing and dance and do the shimmy.

glory glory to the great god dionysus. glory to me.

there is a bitter wine for sale. any takers?

can someone hold my hair?

the wheels turn and the midnight hour passes, the drunk ones have stumbled and gone home to sleep with the masses. they may forget your name, they may forget the time they put their hands down your pants, but they will remember the feeling of acceptance, the wonderful fluff of comfort.

let's do it again sometime.

what was your name again?

i have your number in my phone already, i'll be in touch.

being a part of something sometimes takes you further apart than you would like.