shameful really. might as well add another needle to the haystack. (mixed metaphors can sometimes be dreamy.)

everywhere is somewhere and nowhere is near. everybody's got somebody with their wine and their beer. so i'm just this tragic figure in the corner over here. with an empty apartment and a best friend who is a queer. and everytime i see him, he smiles. and tells me how well he's walking these miles. but he never ever asks a thing about me. if i died, he'd hear about it eventually.

that's preparation for paperwriting tomorrow. as well as reaction to several stimuli that require no explanation/unravelling.

must go binge drink now. last day of classes. far gone friend has returned to this land of dangerously-close-to-its-expiration-date milk and processed honey. i must revel in here brief, sweet presence. of course, i shall try to push a cd sale on her as well. i don't accept credit, but have no qualms with payment in drinks. (so, i make a martyr of my lovelife for my art and a whore of my art for my fledgling-quasi-alcoholism (also known as "undergradism").