2004-01-16 - 9:12 p.m.

A lot of the times, I use music to get inspired.

To write. To think. To feel.

The juices are stuck like dried up leg wax. Music is the microwave. Allowing the leg wax to melt. Thus affording my legs, in this case, my inspiration, the luxury of being waxed.

Because you can't do much with solid leg wax. It sits there. In the jar. All solid. Solid leg wax can't be spread down your leg in 2 inch strips...sucking the hairs inside of it, like a mother not wanting to let go.

Like obsession.

and usually, it has little tiny hairs in it from the last time you dipped into it. little hairs that have that little teensie tiny ball on the end of it indicating a tiny leg hair root.

i hate roots of things...they disgust me.

like small fleshy bit of skin pillars you pick off your dog's face.

Skin pillars that you can pluck off like baby teeth. the disgusting root still attached to the dog's face. blood starting.

fleshy pillar in your fingers.

put it under his doggie pillow and wait for the skin tag fairy to come.

maybe he'll get a Kibble or a Bit.

and i still look at it and examine it.

i want to pull it off again. even though, in the same breath, i want to throw up and sanitize myself in a gigantic clean room that won't burn my skin off.

so..tonight i said goodbye to a coworker.

you know, those parties where you say goodbye to someone you work with.

he's a good guy and i know we'll keep in touch.

and then there's that time we went to that strip club in vegas.

he won't say anything cuz he was married and he met up with his favorite thai stripper there at the old O.G. and went off for a while and then stayed when we left.

and i won't say anything cuz, well, there i was again with boyz looking at nekkid women and getting lap danced and dollar billed and now i remember the black guy in the wheelchair callin' the gyrating on the floor hotties "bitches" and "hos" and we thought he would get kicked out but he didn't. too funny.

so there was that.

and that bonded us together.

that and his blackjack expertise which grew my billfold like a good erection.

so, after a few, tonight

he leans over and whispers that he has to tell me something

and then we get interrupted and later he says the same thing.

so eventually i get to hear what he has to tell me and it goes a little something like,

"remember that time in vegas at O.G?"

"yeah?"

"well, you were really hot..the way you were with all the girls...i liked it"

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"That's all?"

"That's all."

smile

"cool"

smile.

then, the end.

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