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Saturday, January 28, 2012

the amazing woman-child

as much as i'm convinced i live in never never land where the boys are never going to grow up, i have to admit my roommate is twice the human i've ever been, though she is only a few brief months my elder..

this woman wakes up in her brand new self-bought bed on a saturday morning post-accidental binge-drink/blackout and realizes that in her hammered state, she must have gotten sick - even though she has no memory of the event.. she knows this because she sees a bottle of mouthwash on the counter and her hair is wet - the sure signs of a late night hygiene sesh.. oh yea, and she checked the mail on her stumble in from the yellow cab.. the fucking mail.

ME on the other-hand, no I decided to console my inebriated soul by stuffing handfuls of cheese (out of a bag) and half a pizza in my face and sleeping in my skirt in my girlfriend's bed because i was too lazy to find my own ride home.

so yes, a slow clap would be nice. 

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