perhaps when pangaea broke up billions of years ago, the solitude of men began.
bright lights & incessant chatter. & yet i never felt quite so alone.
like a lonely island drifting out in the endless sea, shadowed in my solitude. could it be that my sole purpose there was just to contrast how delightful the others at the M table were?
relief. in my flight for respite, away from the shackled binds of table 19.
in consolation, however. i found the perfect excuse for some mcdonalds french fries which i havent had for a very long time.
& chek chek agreed that i was pretty tonight. albeit a little grudgingly.
pretty pretty me.. weeeeeeeeeeeee..
