So Valentine's approaches, like a painted-up harlot asking for chocolates and flowers. Naah, not really, but it sure seems that way, esp if you're broken up and fucked up. It'll beeeee, about 6 months now, and though I've never felt V-Day was terribly important in terms of Real Love-- it's to love what Xmas is to Christ, I think-- it's certainly hard to ignore, what with the pink hearts and the bouquets of flowers and the ostentatious displays of Public Affection. It's like an army of amorous henchmen have descended to remind you that YOU ARE ALONE, FUCKER.
So, what can one do, on a big, dark, three-day February weekend dedicated to luv? I was thinking: see the Damned! Go punk and forget it, and her, and just get drunk and lose yourself in music. Which I may do yet, but the damned Damned sold out; as did Girls, here in the wonderful Bay Area. I may be reduced to finding any damn grungy bar band that I can find. I'll gyrate to the hits if I'm forced to. And if any love love lovebirds come cooing around me, well maybe I'll just shove them and start a Valentine's Brawl.
Actually, I'll just feel real, real alone and miss her more than ever. Then it's another whiskey and life goes on.
So, what can one do, on a big, dark, three-day February weekend dedicated to luv? I was thinking: see the Damned! Go punk and forget it, and her, and just get drunk and lose yourself in music. Which I may do yet, but the damned Damned sold out; as did Girls, here in the wonderful Bay Area. I may be reduced to finding any damn grungy bar band that I can find. I'll gyrate to the hits if I'm forced to. And if any love love lovebirds come cooing around me, well maybe I'll just shove them and start a Valentine's Brawl.
Actually, I'll just feel real, real alone and miss her more than ever. Then it's another whiskey and life goes on.
aristophanes:
Get some single friends together and watch horror movies where the lovers are always murdered.