tryst

On any other day, with any other guy, I'd have been relieved.

This time I just feel like I fucked up.

You know that deep, hurting, creative, private, exisitential creature I had the nerve to assume I was?

Well, I forgot to mention, she's also a fucking moron.

With no soul.

Yeah.

And she can only get under your skin if you've got an emotional deficiency.

She's lacking.

So, for those of you who made the statement that I am all of those things and more, it's the "more" that is waiting to bury me...

I need to eat some Ramen and send out some mail.

The humidity is making it difficult to breath, and why I'm wearing flannel pants is beyond me. I find it hard to believe that I was actually the one who put them on. But, like I said, I'm a fucking moron.