deadly zins, mohawk zebra

She's the kind of person that obsessively, but obliviously, peels the labels off her beers. She doesn't even drink beer, really, but she will during exceptions. You know exceptions, everyone has them. Like when I am hungover I will eat peanut M&Ms. Like when I am wandering in the desert I will drink anything, anything. Like when you see someone for the first time and it changes your opinion of a certain color.

It was that way with her. I watched her peeling away, I began to scratch at the sides of my glass, wishing I had a tendency to exhibit. Of course, there was no label, and my lemon had already been squeezed into my vodka, so I removed my straw from the drink. I played with it aimlessly.

She was talking about a boy. It was always the same with her - in one and out another. Kind of like her ears. I'd say, "Zora, maybe you should just cool it for a while." She'd agree for a time span of five minutes and then, with a wink and a sleezy smile, on to the next. You understand.


... It becomes easier and easier to create people, like legos, building, building, building.


Thistimehedumpedher. This time she wasn't sure how to handle it. She wanted to die. Sentiment, sentiment. My sympathy goes a long way, I suppose. She didn't really want to die, she was being melodramatic. My mind went into a different mode, psychologist mode. You understand.

"I just ... I love him."
"Love isn't enough."
"I know."
"I know it hurts, just give it time. Hindsight is 20/20, so says my mother." Spit it out. I rationalize that cliches are only cliche because they're true. It's true.

She moves on to his attributes. She cries a little, but not real crying. Her eyes well up, and there is no one word for that, so we'll just maintain that she cries.

I think she's an idiot, really. I think she may be delusional. I think she doesn't know the first thing about love, but then again, I think, neither do I. I haven't dated in three years, I have never been in love, I just imagine it to be different than that.

I may be a cynical hag, also.

True to your heart, you must be true to your heart. This goes through my head and I think about telling her. But if I were her, I'd slap me for saying something that simple.

Women make me crazy.