to drinks at the club
confession begets confession. i just pray that my loose lips aren't sinking ships ("XO"). i swore to myself i'd never say those words again, until they were reciprocated from the last time. i'd never speak them, unless i knew they wouldn't be heard (sleeping ears are deaf).
one moment of bravery was enough. but my intoxication equals a million moments of honest stupidity. or stupid honesty. when girls speak too much, boys flee like the running of the bulls in Spain, do they not?
but once i soak myself in fermented disappointment from a forgetful slip of the calendar page, shake the bubbles with an emo-alt-hippy-dance or twelve, then add some 2am mexican rice and cinnamon snacks, well...i forget all that i commanded myself to do. 7 months of holding my tongue tight and clutching my heart. i'm virtuous and patient, i swear. i didn't mean to let my guard down like that.
and just watch -- it's probably been forgotten in the drunken blur of the weekend, and this entry will bring it back to mind. and i'll be the fool once again...
posted by: less-than3
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