volume 2

you have been the one, you have been the one for me

Friday, February 11, 2005

last night i wasnt planning on going out. i was still in a bad mood about paris and i thought i needed some alone time.

i was wrong.

i went from boxers and popcorn to vodka shots and rap music. in about 20 minutes. pdc was definitely a good time, but i shouldnt have been surprised. i had everything that a man ever needs around me. good friends, good booze, and good laughs. all cheap and quick to boot. and if that didnt get my mind off of things, then oompa's phone number definitely did. she slipped it in my pocket before she left.

in the morning.

a little piece of paper with a little bit of ink on it can make you forget about a lot of things. like all the things going wrong all over.

like a man who preaches loving thy neighbor wishing death upon his fellow man.

like making up stories to get rid of your kid.

like a short asian man with a funny accent telling bush to stick it where the sun dont shine.

like greed taking away the joy nhl hockey brought to so many people.

like the death of the last great playwright

welcome. to our. fucked up. world.

oompa is literally 5 feet tall. she was standing next to me at the bar and she asked me to get her a beer. i told her only if you tell me what the weather's like down there. she gave me a funny look. then i said thats too bad, because i hear its 80 and sunny at my place.

she smiled. lets go for a walk she said. i obliged. when we got to my place she put her bag down and sat on the couch. im kinda tired she said. well then lets go to bed i said.

she was wearing red ones. and the funny thing is, nobody slept.

posted by accident at 9:36:00 PM +

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