written by owen on 2007-Dec-31.

After working late facading my facades on the Friday of a weekend times 2. Absolut Disco in hand, houses with wrong numbers, off dead end streets, too far to walk, too near to fly. Too much eye shadow.

Fresh young lady, hair like Toni, ass like woo and the sexy lady next to her. I asked her to love me but she didn't want to love me. I am waiting on the food before I go, tempted to touch, shorty smile like she on drugs, instrumentals playing the background, new school, old school, 1976. The regulars chatting about vampire movies, I am Legend, WIFI. Cashews spread out on the table, solar lawn lamps give off a dead glow as I listen. Soap got served, don't ask whats in it, its soup - you can assume its magical.

By the end of the year the cake didn't go too well with the cranberry 1/4 vodka, shorty deleted all the good pictures and the guy was 2 hours late - unschooled to the rules. I'd reject you but I can't follow through, all we can hope for is that one of us dies young. My only resolution is that I'll try to be less contrived next year, its all I've learned how to do, I've forgotten how it started.

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