'the adventures of a thirty-ish university graduate' or, alternately and perhaps much more aptly: 'as mad as a barking fox'

Saturday, September 24, 2005

we'll all float on ok

when i walk into peter's house- i'm greeted by a large-ish pile of shoes, the sounds of spoons clanking off of each other and the indistinguisbale smells of a million and one possible things, including but not limited to cake and drugs.

things started slowly last night, spinning from small two person conversation in the kitchen with the cbc blaring in the background to a trish with no shirt on spinning in her socks admist a giant throng of people busting every kind of move to extremely bad mid-nineties dance music in the livingroom-converted-to-dancehall section of the party.

i looked for tuesday all night and eventually found her in the kitchen in the form of a mixed tape i was in charge of flipping over and moments of stealing drinks from evan.

arriving home at four thirty in the morning, my legs stiff, my fingers numb and my sober mind trapped in a semi-drunken body, the taste and burn of all dressed potato crisps on my lips, the smell of marijuana in my hair and modest mouse ringing through my head, competing with thoughts of building a man out of carboard in the experimental room, i finally feel as if the year has started.

i finally feel like diving deep.


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