But there's always someone there going hey Mike, you know we've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems lately. You know, maybe you should get away and maybe you should talk about it, maybe you'll feel a lot better.
And I go, no it's okay, you know I'll figure it out, just leave me alone, I'll figure it out. You know I'll just work it out myself.
And they go well you know if you want to talk about it I'll be here you know and you'll probably feel a lot better if you talk about it.
And I go no, I don't want to, I'm okay, I'll figure it out myself! But they just keep bugging me they just keep bugging me and it builds up inside and it builds up inside....
I was listening to that song at the extra-divey Bellevue bar last nite with Tracy. Before that they'd been playing relatively recent Michael Jackson music, which was so terrible we rushed to the jukebox to throw on not just Suicidal Tendencies but Concrete Blonde, Dead Kennedys & Patsy Cline. The bartender smiled at us. I was playing the bad music so someone would do that, he said. Kind of a stupid system, but the drinks were 4 dollars & it was good to catch up with Tracy, who I hadn't seen in ages.
Pretty soon I'm going to stop blogging about how much I love being single, & when I do I'll go back to bitching about it. But I have one more thing to say on the subject. When I was kissing someone all the time my lipstick kept coming off so I just quit wearing it. That was a shame, because I adore lipstick. Today I walked to Macy's in the rain & bought a brand-new one from Chanel, a pretty shade of pink called Bermuda. I promised it I wouldn't kiss anyone for the next several hours.
