While attempting to attend a kick ass show yesterday, I discovered, in a most annoying fashion, how awful the noose really was. First thing that came to mind was the lyrics of a Golden Sexpot: "Don't wanna b ur fren if I can't b ur lova"
Sheesh.
So I took me, my legs and my insanely short skirt elsewhere. Like fast.
Ran into Kaz (who I haven't seen in 3 years - fuckin Saturn) at Lit. Caught Sick List with Pillow Theory's Kelsey on bass at CBGB's (good, but nothing to blog about). Had champagne with Johnnie G. Ran up in Voodoo Ray and Danny Castro's joint. Kicked it with Bee and Allegra before heading home and crashing out.
I awoke this morning and the pretty noose had been replaced by a stone in my heart named Enemy Fine. Damn. I had hoped to never feel this way but I've got to admit, it beats the HELL out of that shitty noose.
I don't know what the future holds but my new found freedom suits me just fine.
- & I'm out, not sure I give a shit about the 5 day countdown either *sigh*...
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