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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Friday, July 17, 2009 |
| Drunkland Tales: Volume II |
What's this? Posting again? This is 3 times in one day. One day equals the time I am awake.
Um, so, yeah, Dan Aykroyd + me + missing the peeps I love x memory tunes = craziness. For shiz, yo.
I feel as if "yo" has really fallen out of my vocab lately. That is so depressing. I started it for hilarities sake then it became a part of me. Then people didn't get it so I stopped. I need to bring that shit back... yo.
Normally this is the point when I would drone on endlessly about some subject nobody cares about, but the worst part is all you get is droning tonight. I don't even have a subject. Unless I am to talk about my fish. And though I love them, they are boring as fuck. Hot damn, look at the swears just pouring out tonight!
Cuz I'm boring, would you like to read a small blog entry-cum-monologue I wrote a while ago? Of course you do! It sucks a bit but deal with it. When you are given rights to edit this then go ahead and delete at will... otherwise suck it up and take it like a man!
So this one, here. That's me. And that one, over there. That's you.
Opposite sides of the room, you see. Typical for me. Maybe not for you but for me.
And our ignorance is perfectly normal for a while. Even nice. There's plenty of people between us and it doesn't matter because at that moment they are far more interesting and attractive than you or I. Then again, they are all more gay than either of us too. It happens sometimes.
I never forced you to me. And to be fair you never forced anything either. It just happened. You just happened. The whole thing just happened.
So we walk to the beat, slowly and deliberately. It's funny that we speak the same way too. Funnier still that not a lie was passed between us. That always feels nice when it happens.
And do you know, I may not have bothered getting close if you had not said those things? Those smooth teasing words that were much less like the lines I've heard before.
And the smirk? Well, that might have killed me. Right then and there. It's clear that nothing can be hidden from you. You already know my intentions.
And in one swift motion, pushed up against each other. Our bodies matching rhythms, cheek to cheek, wondering who would lay the first kiss and where would it all go. My face then pressed up against your shirtless chest, and I think about other dances with other men and I can't think of one that is better in any way. I think this may be the sexiest night I have ever been a part of without getting out of control.
Then your hand slowly trails my arm to my hand and you intertwine your fingers with mine. And I have no thoughts. No thoughts at all. I can't hear the music or see the people. Hell, I can't even see the rest of you. Just our hands. And fingers. A collided hot mess.
I snapped myself back to the moment. To you. To your chest. To your grin.
How little I know you and how much I want you are parallel now. And that's a little scary.
So I won't make a move for the lips. But you won't either.
So our lips are still thirsting.
There. It's done. The pain is all over. You've come out the other side a better man.Labels: drunktalk |
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About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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