littlegirllost

So, Monday night the storm clouds broke over my head. And I was crying on the front porch, all this ridiculous eyeliner smearing my cheeks, screaming about my mom, my empty tummy, my inconsiderate lover who at that very moment was snuggled up with HER on the couch inside and couldn't understand my anger...I was so pissed off I couldn't do anything but go to sleep. Not even the beer, not even that, was tempting.
I wake up Tuesday morning with an opportunity to get the hell out of Denver.
Long story short, I'm in Portland now.
And I'm hunting down my friend like Where's Waldo? come to life. I know he's here somewhere, armed with a phone number that just rings and rings and rings. Oh, I'll find him. And we'll ride trains to New Orleans and all is right with the world.
Any of you Portland folk wanna hang out in the next week, email me. God...another fine young thing just waltzed by. I'm in heaven here.