implosion / perfect space

A part of me feels like I should feel embarrassed that, after the plan to have a jam session tonight fell through, I've ended up home, cleaning house and getting shitfaced. But the other part of me is pretty happy that I've ended up "all alone /when being alone is all I really need." Tonight feels like one of those nights when it should be different but instead it is what it is and there's not much to do to change that.

On the bright side, the walk down to the Alibi for another bottle of wine was really beautiful. It's a great night out there, and the random mix cd I put on, which I haven't listened to in years (no kidding), is surprisingly fitting for this night.

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