It's Them, I love.

As you know, I go crazy pants when I think of her. We were supposed to have  a  date.


I  woke up excited. I went full retard. I digressed.
I knew the only hope for me was to partake with my friends.  The best ones. The ones I love. You know those two. The ones with the dogs. The ones I watched this weekend. For a minute.

Those lovelies secured my passage. They also filled my belly.

That's  not why I love them.

I love them, for who they are are.

They are real..
My besties..
Hey Rob and Jenna.

I

Fucking

Love

You

For Reals?

it strikes me now, when I'm purely wasted. Shit. She's here. After all the years of this and that, fucking in the car port. You know, the usual.
 I let her go with the "Grammy Arms" person in a car-to-go. WTF
Where did I go wrong.
It's Memorial Day.
I'm drunk.
I wish I was high
The TV said " life's a journey"
I laughed hard, cause wtf is happening.
Is it here for us to tempt each other with other options that are not right.
Is it best left not to speak of, for truly, I love you.
Maybe, I don't and this is all for the best.

Who fucking knows how the wind blows.


Call me darling

Drunk with the only saints I know

that's the usual theses days.  I know a few, and commiserate with them often. It's the only way to be in this town of perpetual Peter and Patty Pans. There's always something new right around the corner and most cannot or will not deny it. Go have it. Learn about it. Fuck it. Do not give a shit about it. 

Them's the rules. They disgust me. I want a girl to take away the heart ache. Make me breakfast.  I'll buy you anything. Brunch? Cool. It's Tuesday...