tonight is quiet. there is no pitter patter of little person feet, no mish mash of thumbs on tiny black controllers. the cat's paws are silent as they trot through the kitchen to peak at me laying on justin's floor totally engrossed with the words that appear magically on the screen. mmm...burritos.
don't think i'm going out tonight but its early yet and that all could change. maybe there is some action down at the greatest bar in the world tonight that doesn't involve singing "paradise by the dashboard lights" and doing shots of tequila until someone either gets totally wasted or genuinely disinterested. i could go out and cause trouble by running around yelling about how much i "heart" the yankees but seeing that its 6 -0 in the third inning or something it probably isn't really worth my time.
i htink that i will take myself up on that burrito and maybe a camel or two. this weekend is still pretty fresh in my mind and the more i think about it the better it gets. three days seemed like a week and wish it could have lasted forever. so it goes. alone and hungry on a tuesday night with the lyrics to a weezer song trapped in my head.
don't think i'm going out tonight but its early yet and that all could change. maybe there is some action down at the greatest bar in the world tonight that doesn't involve singing "paradise by the dashboard lights" and doing shots of tequila until someone either gets totally wasted or genuinely disinterested. i could go out and cause trouble by running around yelling about how much i "heart" the yankees but seeing that its 6 -0 in the third inning or something it probably isn't really worth my time.
i htink that i will take myself up on that burrito and maybe a camel or two. this weekend is still pretty fresh in my mind and the more i think about it the better it gets. three days seemed like a week and wish it could have lasted forever. so it goes. alone and hungry on a tuesday night with the lyrics to a weezer song trapped in my head.
which makes me unsure of how much i should mention.
your family was cute. i totally expect your sister's kid to have a mohawk by age 9.
as for the rest of it, i have no more cloves to contemplatively suck down on the front porch under cold, bright stars.
what i said on the white leather couch still stands.
same goes for what i said on sara's living room floor.
but you enjoy your smokes and burrito and i'll continue my pete and pete mini marathon. 56 miles due south.
shuli