saturday is off tha heezy fa sheezy
you can find me up in one tweezy
sunday is when i get my sleep in
'cause on monday we'll be at it again
on friday evening i was sitting home, restless as usual.� so sarah and i decided to go dancing.� "shall i pick
up anything from the store?� alright, we'll see if i don't cheap
out."� it could signify an unspoken agreement.� a green flag
waved frantically at the start of a 48 hour binge.� just a couple days
earlier, we'd gone to the edinburgh and gotten a bit silly.� we spent an
evening at club lovely and all we got was an empty flask at the end of the night
and this lousy sticker slapped over my speedometer, that reads
"KILL."� she fell asleep at denny's because apparently all the
mel's are no longer open 'round the clock, and i left a half-eaten plate of
food.� but this, you could plainly see, was going to be more.
a terribly blurry more.� gulped down glasses of straight vodka at her
kitchen table, went for a drive, danced at fake, "who is this that just
latched onto my arm?� do i know her?� if she's really Nast�
could you please push her off of me?," and a half-eaten sandwich abandoned
at sparky's.� we rolled out of bed the next day at 2pm and decided we
should go for a walk and have sushi for lunch, and then see the royal tenenbaums
because apparently it's the thing to see.� more sushi after the
movie.� and a cr�pe.� went to a party where we basically just watched
guns 'n' roses videos and gulped down more vodka.� then for a drive,
listening to r. kelly and ludacris, swerving and trading seats without
stopping.� and taking pictures?� went to a show in some warehouse and
gulped down yet more vodka.� "either you are going to have a good
time, or you are not going to get trashed.� because people at these places
are really not that interesting or cool when you're sober."
ansh took my keys and put them in his jeans, looking out for my best
interests.� before we were finished, i decided i'd prefer to drive, so i
searched through his pockets, threatening to fully grope him if he didn't stand
more still.� he was trying to have a conversation with someone.� we
picked sarah up from the corner where she was trying to pass out, and before we
got to my car they'd apparently had a fight.� he took off down the street.� with my mellow fully
stomped, i asked her why i bothered.� of course she wouldn't remember, and of course i knew why i
bother.� she's too mean for him.� everyone thinks she's mean, but i
don't.� or i do.
she idolizes a cartoon character named
rei, and dyed her hair blue as a tribute.� she says she has a plane ticket and says "you're going to come visit
me after i move, right?� please?"� i don't blame her, though i'll miss her. "i just want understanding, and then i fucking want to be left
alone."� the feeling that you've met everyone there is to meet, gotten
onto their bad sides in a town that's turned out to not
be so big after all.� we're mean to each other.� one of our favorite records is teenage fanclub's bandwagonesque.�
we infect each other's manners of speech, so now she says "whigger" a
lot and i say "swissy."� we get on people's nerves at parties.
when we arrived at her house, i called his cellphone.� he was still on
the street, walking across town.� i apologized for letting him walk home
alone, though i'm sure he preferred to be left alone even though it meant
walking all the way across san francisco before sunrise.� in the morning i
woke up, and brushed the cat hair off as i'd been doing all weekend because her
bed is full of it.� i found that she'd turned the thermostat up to 90
degrees in an apparent attempt to cook us alive overnight.� i found it
funny.� then i turned it down, left a note on her desk, and went home.