i can fail before i ever try
i didn�t go to work today. ooh, i�m so bad ass. i don�t give a fuck. today i am apathetic as hell. last night i found myself driving around the streets of east hills and panania at 2:30 in the morning. music soft. just driving. looking at houses of people i used to know. i got to the river road and decided that maybe i should go home.
last night hanging out with kirb was great. last night hanging out with the guy. the one who had been so rad a week ago. was boring.
i was defensive from the get go because he made me stand in the cold and wait for him for over half an hour. and then when he turned up his excuse was weak. but by then i really didn�t care.
so while we�re standing in line at the metro, he goes to me �i have to work tonight, have to go at like 11:30.� so we walk in, and he has my name on the door, and he buys miss kirbee a drink, and he has a little groove to the backing band. and then he says to me �i have to go now� and he moves back and says something to me and i nod and smile and say �i can�t hear a word your saying� and he smiles and keeps talking and i say �yep still can�t hear you� and like that he�s gone. and i think we�ve talked for about five minutes.
but the most traumatic part of the evening was his shirt. fuck me. it was blue, like royal blue, and made out of vinyl. if it was a jacket, you would�ve been like �hey, cool and eclectic jacket� but it was a shirt and it was bad. man, if carson kressly had walked past us on george street he would�ve fallen down dead. i can�t even begin to think about the primary school staff room�s chair that died so he could have that shirt. where do you even buy a shirt that hideous?? as i said, traumatising.
we were having a chat today and i was honest about the fact i thought the show was boring and he was like �oh, i thought you really wanted to see this gig� and i was like �no, i wanted to hang out with you.� he was a bit like �whatever� and i was the same. so i guess that�s the end of that.
i�m very fickle, giving him up over a shirt. but i dare say you would do the same thing in my position.
15/05/2004 21:33