Myself Keeps Slipping.
Saint Louise Was Listening On
4:49 a.m. || 2004-06-05
Time twists between a good fuck, some good booze, being half asleep and a heart shaped piece of paper, to rbing my to 5am. Last my eyes were open it was 1:50 and I was trying to wait up for Eric to come home. Last I knew I was aware it was 11:30 and I was drunk as fuck sitting in my car, thinking about a)how to drive home and b) how to get laid.
Miles stand between where I am and where I want to be.
I think maybe my period comes tomorrow for the first time since April.
I should be happy, instead I grow troubled and exhasperated.
Someone help me save Lisa, she slips farther and farther away.