today was tight.

Some days are better than others (as if this is a profound statement.)

"God Only Knows" softly carrying over the den of an afternoon cafe. A half-eaten square of pistachio cake neglected upon the table top in front of me. Men with their jeans slightly sagging to reveal non-existent asses. I'm waiting as I watch the people pass by.

I find that I would search for days to find the one thing that creates an obsessive urge within me. Coming of age with Totally Wreck and then moving to the city brought me to the realization that very few things cause me to stir. I see it in their eyes, buried deep, but very much alive. I want some.