It all comes tumbling down after the breakup. That feeling of loneliness and void. There is such a fantasy of having to be in a relationship constantly well, listen to Un Huh Her. I mean, really turn up the volume! The entire record is fantastic. A female version She Wants Revenge.
This weekend consisted of looking in the mirror and studding the vainness of oneself. Visiting LAX Shooting Rage was an option but instead we drank ourself into sorrow and put lemon juice on small freckles that infest our face. The new moccasins from a small shop in the Pacific Palisades match perfectly with the 1986 Omega watch from Gary's in Beverly Hills. It lays on my right wrist waiting for the next wind-up. Mastros sounds like a good dinner choice and visiting LACMA next week for the new Medieval exhibit is necessary. If I have another glass of red wine mixed with the Vicodin I took earlier to relax my nerves, I will probably foam at the mouth.
Wait, I think I just woke up... I told her to remove the gun placed at my head and if she did in fact shoot, blood would come pouring out of my cheek and infest the Shabby Chic one- thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets I recently purchased in Malibu.
Oh well, I am basically dead already; shoot!
Buy tickets now for Quantum of Solace:
ONE, TWO, THREE . . .
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