I meet someone new every night
Was in an office all day yesterday so there’s no excitement there. And I’m in court today.
I’ve become that which I always never wanted to be (again): a suit, running after a check.
That’s a pic I took at like 4AM on the red line going downtown from this past weekend. A good bunch of females ‘n fellas.
I think I’ve said it before: I don’t have a problem meeting people, I have a problem connecting with people.
Her: (non·plussed) You meet people every weekend? I don’t believe that.
Me: (shrugging) It’s true.
Her: Who’d you meet this weekend?
Smooth right? Don’t be impressed; as an ex once said, I’m a talker (glattzüngig).
It only lasts for as long as it lasts.
Location: on a flower-print sofa, plotting
Music: I’m not perfect I wanted to be I have this big mouth It always contradicts me