Gotta Get Away

I feel like a caged bird. Escaping this house is all I can think of. I hope HippyChick is on her way to meet me at the bar, she’s not answering her phone. I’ll smoke a joint while I wait for her to call me back. If I don’t hear from her by the time I’m done, I’ll head out and hook up with her without our usual pre-meet phone call.

Curt sent another text today asking me to go to his gig downtown tonight. I told him it was too far to go, another time perhaps.

Me - 1, the devil on my shoulder - 0. *grins big*

~ by uncertaingirl on January 13, 2008.