August 2011
4 posts
YEAH. I MADE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. WHAT. (part...
The wind was blowing through my hair as we drove to my mom’s house at what seemed to be a not-ridiculous hour of night. Something like…1 am. But the area of town we were driving through lacked street lights for quite a stretch of asphalt, making it darker. The air was not sticky, as it usually is during summer, but instead had a certain briskness about it. It wasn’t cold. It...
kisses.
The first entry in the series I like to call:
YEAH. I MADE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. WHAT, SUCKA. (absence of proper grammatical punctuation is intentional)
So, I’ve kissed a lot of toads. Not actual toads, of course, because I like living and all that good stuff—most of the time—but toads as in metaphors for not-so-perfect-but-sneaky-enough-to-look-like-frog-princes men. Did that make sense?...
life
You-I thought I was a part of your real life.
Them-I thought we signed up for the same thing.
You-Try and help me understand exactly what it is that you signed up for.
Them- I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. I mean...you are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives, you're a...a parenthesis
You-I'm a parenthesis?
Them-I mean...what do you want? Tell me what you want....