thursdays we wine at tavern.

I suppose I will just skip over &talk of all the trivial details of my Thursday. How I know not a thing of commitment because even if we do not physically touch, the ideas make us far guilty enough. Whatever - men's fingers rapidly take down digits &i find it not making but a difference to me. Precisely why I don't take theirs. It's ridiculous, truely. My social skills become fully multiplied when you put me under a dark sky. At night.. I can even charm myself. I'm sure you don't know what I mean by that - but really, when I type everything always has an underlying meaning to me. Whatever. Anyway. Yes! I love night life. Especially since my attire &black hair somehow makes me Ashlee Simpson. Literally, I walked to &fro &had people chanting Ashlee.. others coming up to shake my hand.. ask if I really was in fact her. I mean it is quite hilarious &of course, lets be honest, I don't mind it.. I do, however, mind that I smoked one full pack of cigarettes within the span of a night. That's disguisting. Revolting, etc. Chain smoking? Oh my. Otherwise, I spent my day very well. From 7am-1pm I was overly happy for no apparent reason; I think it's these damn yoga documentaries, coffee, &vitamin water i start my day with.. along with all my bubbly friends &just being around people. Right now it is 2:30am, I just got home &need to do 3 things: wash my face, curl up in a ball in bed, &make corrections to my novel that goes off tomorrow. Basically, if I win this i fly away for a week &work with perfessional authors to guide me, finish my novel, &have it published. My mouth waters over the mere idea - &i should have worked more on this novel. Revised it, perfected it into beauty, developed more &written more.. but i haven't done such a thing but i still have confidence &hope on my side that i will go far. other than that, i will wait for my phone to ring from the digits i am actually waiting for..