this imploding heart

It's nice to be liked

Sometimes, if you make exactly one fourth of a wrong decision, it's twice as good as if you hadn't made any wrong decision at all. Sometimes one fourth is just enough of a bite to say "This cheese sandwich is not the cheese sandwich for me."

I wore the living crap out of my new dress. First to The Weirdest Spin The Bottle Ever (tm). Where Josh got 'Put Your Devil Horn Fingers In The Air' drunk off of, like, 2 drinks. (this is a weird fucking thing, people. Josh can finish off an entire bottle of whiskey and still chase your ass through a pitch-black field like a puma. Puma!) Krebs burst out laughing all by himself. Loud. Several times. And the acts were....some weird, some good, some good and weird, but overall, the evening provided an eerie vibe.

So my dress and I went out for a drink with a canadian, ate a quarter of a cheese sandwich, and reported to bed in the wee hours of the morning. Patrickt saved me by fetching my record player with me at the ungodly hour of 11 am. We celebrated with black beans and rice and talk of unrequited ass grabbing. I swathed the dress in napkins to protect it from the pork-stravaganza that was our lunch.
We visited the library.
The fiction librarian made eyes at Patrickt,
but I think he failed to notice.