5foof5 absurdest, cat loving bass player & i are beyond finished. with the exception of a drunken email/half-assed attempt at a bootycall (i was out of town & couldn't do anything. had i been in milwaukee, i'd have biked right over & then regretted everything.) this is not a surprise to me. i am used to getting "d.e.n.n.i.s"-ed. (always sunny reference.) i am used to feeling like a liz phair song. yeah, "fuck & run"... of course. i am used to having very low standards. i thought he was a better dude that that, but he's not. oh well. his band kicks ass. that's a problem.
otherwise life has been a steady rotation of working, drinking, biking, going to shows, thinking too much, & not sleeping enough.
i want to write more but i've got to get ready to go see an all-girl football league's final game. i don't really want to & it doesn't interest me in the least. that's a problem.
i want nothing more than liquor, flirtation, and sensual physicality. not football.
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