"Erections, Ejaculation, Exhibitions, and General Tales of Ordinary Madness" -Charles Bukowski
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
headache headache go away
Nothing like waking up five minutes after you were supposed to be to work, completely topless… freezing cold… realizing that you have no covers… looking over next to you and seeing Da Bod lying next to you… remembering his birthday celebrations of the previous evening… and knowing that it wasn’t Da Bod you hooked up with last night… but God how you wish you called in sick for work today… nothing like sitting at you desk with FF hair, as you were too hung to run a brush through it… smelling like yesterday's alcohol... mascara on your eyes everywhere, less the eyelashes (yes, HOT indeed)… the fact that you needed to call and tell him you did it… again… while rushing to work… and feeling like a piece of shit for not being everything that he needs… wants… desires… believes… hating a self-pity attitude… watching the minutes pass by… waiting to go home so you can crawl back in bed… but knowing last night was hot… anytime a guy will sit on the bed a serenade you for over an hour by guitar… awesome… none of this makes the pain in your head lessen… nor the minutes pass by quicken…
1 Comments:
At 2/22/2006 10:37:00 AM,
hannahhas said…
spam can get past verification now? lord... I might make this a "blogger only" comment section...
brack, HM and sgakasg you may need to come up with a blogger identity...
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