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scream "motherfuck" to feel better
2002-10-24 ~ 3:50 a.m.
yeah...this is me. motherfucking drunk. yeah. what a motherfucking night... holy shit. hahahaha i just can't do it justice tonight...wow. i can't type...can't see the keys... i want the damn eggs i was promised...? i want to wake up in her arms...and she called and my heart leapt right out and everyone at the bar saw it, i swear. and i am so sorry that i can't say that, or feel it...or whatever...because i just do. so there. deal with it. so...tonight....*loading a bowl and smoking some pizza* tonight i was ready on time...though regretably i have lost my ass. yes...lost the ass? apparently, i left it in another pair of pants...? shit man. so...karen and i ventured out... we met the mouse at the black eyed pea... little wicked nymph...*gleam* ladies and gentlemen, our mouse is not exactly goldilocks...no. we ate and then proceeded to the bar...where drinks were bought and consumed without measure. "hot bartender/singer chick"...yeah... dude, she was so giving you 'the eyes'. i saw it...we all saw it. we are all in motherfucking awe of your prowess? she is a panther...way to go! so...the bartender was pouring butterscotch shots for me like i was a faucet...and all thewhile, giving you the eyes...yes, we all saw it. the mouse has recovered, thank you for the prayers and donations... and what a night... here is the low-down... yes, i, your narrator, was unabashedly inebriated...am, rather. and yes, there was much complimenting in all the 'proper ways' for a woman who knows how to play this game... and i think i did quite well. there was blushing, despite the beer... there were looks that could kill...exchanged. hahahahaha the mouse has maybe found a new hidey hole in "h's" pasture...oh dear. i did not personally find "h" very attractive, but i still took notes...and they were shoddy so i threw them out. oooops the mouse, poor mouse...our poor heroine, what shall become of her? her...hmmmm and the snake...the snake came as well... and the snake was bit by her own venom upon seeing mouse with the new cat in town. ouch. that had to hurt...neosporin, anyone? alas, at 3:04 am...the snake didn't look overly injured...hmmm and i am left thinking...what a motherfucking game. it is all too bad really, that no one seems to comprehend the finality of it all... and yet there was a conversation amidst it all... "who are you fighting for"? and i knew the answer like i knew the question...yet never expected a snake to be asking. these boundaries are all fascinating to me...your helpless, hapless, naive narrator. *adjusting halo* gods, i can barely contain myself until saturday...really. i did make a hideous error tonight... i told mouse she had become quite the 'character' in my writing as of late...no, i did not mention the snake aspect. there were already left-over comatose vibes happening. i have decided she must, in fact, be a nymph. no fairy would act quite the way she does. ...sprinkiling dust and talking of antique malls in denton... shameless, truly. i am working on my new fall lay-out...complete with flashed out leaves falling...so lay off and give me some time. i will update this thing when i am comprehending what all is swarming about in my head...and the soft, squishy parts...well, good luck guessing. cause my heart has gone no where...fast. what a shame...out of coke, must drink more beer... *smile* we have vermouth... night*
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