Tuesday, March 30, 2004
how long is too long.
and this party on friday was bored. beer and boys and bad rap. i saw bonnie and this was good because seeing bonnie somewhere other than poli sci is a good thing. toured the porn plastered house next door. i didn't drink. we departed and went to drunk breakfast. bacon and salt and soft stares and eggs that taste and look of gray sooty styrofoam. derrick's friend called me tiffany, and i felt like a tiffany there. so i said call me tiff. what a fine university this is. why, look at their eggs.
saturday. a good day. a good party where i knew and didn't know people. nostalgic and new all at once. oh, matt caudill, how these things never change and how still they constantly evolve. how dare you hug me with that smitten look and that hot dog bun in your hand. "but but but you canceled on me!" i struggle out in my fit of dying anger over your lack of departure to florida with us. and soon it doesn't matter. you kiss my cheek and i speak to vince and it doesn't matter. it reminds me of my old friends before i disliked them so much. and i am sipping my beer and not getting hammered until the very bitter end, when i just have to hammer 6 shots of vodka. hold my hand like you mean it. thanks, for taking me home. thanks, for coming to my room. thanks, for laying with me to lay with me. and although you pressed your lips on my lips and on my neck and on my lips i said no and you said cool. thanks.
guess guess guess. guess who doesn't kiss to kiss and doesn't bend over backwards. this bri is a bri you will like. she will serve your country well. believe in me.
i'll equate my one heart with a one love. and although this one love does not exist in my sphere as of today, it's not complex. it's as simple as riding your sit-n-spin, kids. don't fight it.
saturday. a good day. a good party where i knew and didn't know people. nostalgic and new all at once. oh, matt caudill, how these things never change and how still they constantly evolve. how dare you hug me with that smitten look and that hot dog bun in your hand. "but but but you canceled on me!" i struggle out in my fit of dying anger over your lack of departure to florida with us. and soon it doesn't matter. you kiss my cheek and i speak to vince and it doesn't matter. it reminds me of my old friends before i disliked them so much. and i am sipping my beer and not getting hammered until the very bitter end, when i just have to hammer 6 shots of vodka. hold my hand like you mean it. thanks, for taking me home. thanks, for coming to my room. thanks, for laying with me to lay with me. and although you pressed your lips on my lips and on my neck and on my lips i said no and you said cool. thanks.
guess guess guess. guess who doesn't kiss to kiss and doesn't bend over backwards. this bri is a bri you will like. she will serve your country well. believe in me.
i'll equate my one heart with a one love. and although this one love does not exist in my sphere as of today, it's not complex. it's as simple as riding your sit-n-spin, kids. don't fight it.
