Tonight is still tonight, tomorrow is still tomorrow...

How terrible a tragedy, I said no. 

You think I’m just going to bend to your whim when you want me to?

Hah!  Think again. 

Try this instead, give a girl some options.    

We like options.

Yea, you’re lonely, you’re drunk, you’re horny…blah blah blah. 

You think you’re the only one out there like that? 

I am too you know but I’m tired and I don’t feel like talking at 5 am. 

I feel like typing, like writing and listening to some awesome dubstep mixes. 

I feel like painting or baking or even just mixing something up to use tomorrow but again, it’s 5 am.

So here I sit, horny, lonely, alas not drunk but nevertheless I don’t want to be sitting here quietly either. 

So I’m not being quiet.  I’m expressing myself, I’m letting it all out.  I’m writing. 

My outlet, my release, my way of removing shit from my head and getting it away from my fragile mind is through writing.

Sometimes it’s prose, like tonight.  Sometimes it’s poetry, like the other day.  Other times it’s like maybe I should write my story some more and get it over and done with. 

You know what…that sounds like an excellent idea at 5 am. ;) 

LOL