8spiders

I stink of sex and post-coital alcohol.

I've been reading comic books and avoiding shaving all weekend. Now that my jobs is over I need to do something else. I want to fucking move to Portland for like 6 months and see how that rolls. But fuck, I can't leave my friends. That and I'd have no work and I don't want to be a bum on someone's couch for months on end.

Plus, my goddamnit cat. The cat that someone left me with and now I can't seem to abandon.

I hate feeling emotionally attached. Sometimes I really enjoy my life... but I won't lie to you, other times I feel like I'm holding on to an anchor.

Anyway. This girl I've been having sex with is getting the 'I miss you's. It's not bad, but...

Last time this all happened to me, the woman I was with got all "I miss you".

You know what happened? I'll try and describe it...

Imagine you introduce this girl to your friends. Her and your friends get along really well and they invite her to this party.

You're not sure you want to go to this party but she's all like, "C'mon. This'll be a cool party, like 6 kinds of rad on a stick, and I want you to be there."

So you're all, "Ok. Sure... you know this will be cool times. It'll be like watching Brisco County Jr. with a stripper and a bottle of vodka. It'll be like going to McDonalds and find out they're in season for egg nog shakes. Fuck Yeah!"

Then you go to this party and you go to the cooler to get a beer. A nice beer too... like a fuckin' smooth-ass white beer. A Hoegaarden. Hell yes... a Hoegaarden.

Then you come back... and the broad's gone. She's gone and you're not sure how you're going to get home cuz she drove. You're standing there with a sweet-ass beer, but no matter how good it tastes you still feel like an asshole.

Dig?