pantsonfire

i had an awesome weekend in the twin cities. hit the punk show at mulla to see the menstrual tramps, played some foosball at mortimer's and drank my ass off. partied at some punk house on 11th Av into the wee hours of the morning. and the best part of all; i managed to end my yearlong sexual dry spell. it was fucking great all around. i was happy i wasn't a "2 pump chump" like i thought i'd be after such a long hiatus from the act of coitus. but i only succeded at having meaningless sex - will it ever mean anything to me again?

back home now to my real life. and the real people of my life. i might be in love but unable to do anything about it. i get great hugs from her late at night when we're all drunk. but i know she feels that she is an expert in ruining a relationship of that caliber (& i found this phrase on a lyric sheet of hers this morning) and she "never dates the winner, just the runner-up". ?

fuckitty-fuck-fuck!!

well, off to watch teen wolf & maybe the adam green show. who knows.

-joey