tuesday

I have to pick my brother up at the airport tomorrow.
That's my excuse for leaving early tonight, because I will leave early. I didn't want to go to that over rated, sleazefest anyway. But my dearest friend, since I owe you big time for the last thirteen years, I will agree to put on the fishnets and the scary bitch eyeliner and go with you to meet the girls we know as Trouble. We'll hang back at the bar and drink and smoke with superiority while they dance and make everyone want them. When someone gets too close they jump to us and plant tight kisses on our jagermeister flavored lips. And we put up with it because we don't have anything better to do...