ICY HOT.
well, not actually real Icy Hot, it's the generic version from Rite Aid called, "Cool Heat." nothing like mutually exclusive pain relief!! it feels soooo good on my hands, but when i first rubbed it on in the car outside Rite Aid i was not prepared for the familiar yet still-noxious fumes.
having become a human Wint-O-Green Lifesaver, i followed (rolled behind?) my mother and p. towards the Blockbuster Video in the yuppie shopping center in our upwardly-mobile neighborhood. i generally dislike video stores as a rule, so i hung outside with my cigarette, radiating the crisp, heady minty-ness. i felt almost radioactive.
suddenly a guy came busting out of the store, yelling all kinds of horrible curse words and shit. he went toward his friends and their car, but then he turned back around and went back into the store, shrieking more obscenities at the people in the store! "Fuck you and fuck your kids!!!" his girlfriend had to drag him away...she saw me standing there clutching my cigarette and said, "i'm sorry." i shrugged nervously and watched her lead the guy away.
yes, p. did come today ("if you're friends with p. well then you're friends with me..."), and he brought me a new desk chair!! it is surprisingly comfortable, and now that i can put my legs up, it's just a total lounge-fest. all i need are some drinks with little umbrellas in them, and some tiki torches, and a hawaiian shirt and pinapple and some xanax.
anyway, i'm usually grateful when p. is here b/c it diverts some of the attention and expectations off of me. however, they act like euphoric teenage baboons when they're together. not all the time, but usually in the first 48 hours or so, and intermittently after that. i was in love once, and i know it turns you into a complete butt-head, so i try to be gracious and whatever.
ok, starting to fade into incoherency, which means it's time to pick up an actual pen for a change. i'll end with some nice lyrics:
"Grace Under Pressure" ---by Elbow
Grace under pressure
Cooling palm across my brow
Eyes of an angel
Lay me down
[We still believe in love so fuck you]
having become a human Wint-O-Green Lifesaver, i followed (rolled behind?) my mother and p. towards the Blockbuster Video in the yuppie shopping center in our upwardly-mobile neighborhood. i generally dislike video stores as a rule, so i hung outside with my cigarette, radiating the crisp, heady minty-ness. i felt almost radioactive.
suddenly a guy came busting out of the store, yelling all kinds of horrible curse words and shit. he went toward his friends and their car, but then he turned back around and went back into the store, shrieking more obscenities at the people in the store! "Fuck you and fuck your kids!!!" his girlfriend had to drag him away...she saw me standing there clutching my cigarette and said, "i'm sorry." i shrugged nervously and watched her lead the guy away.
yes, p. did come today ("if you're friends with p. well then you're friends with me..."), and he brought me a new desk chair!! it is surprisingly comfortable, and now that i can put my legs up, it's just a total lounge-fest. all i need are some drinks with little umbrellas in them, and some tiki torches, and a hawaiian shirt and pinapple and some xanax.
anyway, i'm usually grateful when p. is here b/c it diverts some of the attention and expectations off of me. however, they act like euphoric teenage baboons when they're together. not all the time, but usually in the first 48 hours or so, and intermittently after that. i was in love once, and i know it turns you into a complete butt-head, so i try to be gracious and whatever.
ok, starting to fade into incoherency, which means it's time to pick up an actual pen for a change. i'll end with some nice lyrics:
"Grace Under Pressure" ---by Elbow
Grace under pressure
Cooling palm across my brow
Eyes of an angel
Lay me down
[We still believe in love so fuck you]
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