Friday, June 24, 2005

Take a minute, take a moment, realize..

Wednesday
Mambo Night was my first retro fix in over 2 months. However I reckon it wasn't exactly the best of nights. Vodka ribena is starting to turn into a straight path to diabetes central, and downing 3/4 of a jug too fast isn't going to leave it sitting nicely in your tummy. The DJ change was disappointing. This new guy leaves you boogying to the rhythm of the last song before you realize that the new song has sliced in so fast it's impossible to get your act together and jiggy to a different beat. Boomboomboom just doesn't cut the grooves of a twang.

Put these together with what Changqi dubbed "the lowest and cheapest of all 22 year olds". Shake that up with a hairy transvestite touching himself all over. And voila! You have a molotov cocktail exploding in your face faster than you can aim it away.

Thursday
The Mango sale was a safari right in the middle of town. I have never known limbs as agile and feet as nimble as those belonging to the women there today. A swoop of that sprightly body and the long boho skirt in cream and brown; size 8; sans stains, is out of sight. Clothes tumbling from growing piles of unwanted ware. Sheryl must be glad she avoided the jungle by queueing at 730 in the morning.

Meeting called to order at 10:36 PM (I know, I checked the clock). Relevance for my presence ended at 11:43. Four people talking, then three. Of which two possess the decisiveness of plankton tissue. My physical relevance has yielded the following useful observations:
1. Men's Health has great illustrations.
2. The airbrushing and oiling they do to the hunky dories is amazing.
3. Wendy is a great comfort on the phone.
4. Koof has nice pictures on the wall.
5. I like Koof's wordy bedspread, too bad it isn't mine.
6. Cold diet cokes end up in their own melted puddles.

Obligation, most probably. Just this way, hardly ever the other.

My hair is drying at 2:24 AM because of irresolution, uncertainty, oscillation, averseness, dubiety, dawdling, hesitation and incoherence. I hope I'm making my point short and sweet there.

Irritation does lead to (un)witty sarcasm. Forcibly kept awake, not by jetlag. But by wet hair and what leads up to..

..Friday
Please be a better day.


Laid bare at 2:22 am
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