happy...

so im standing on a step kissing this boy. hes over a year younger. my first time ever. first time to make out with someone younger than me. he says he will call me. good. i guess

wanted to go out to the city. i ended up just driving around, watching drunks getting pizza. and, recalling all the places we went to. the beginnings of tears suggested it would be better to head back to the suburbs.

so i met with my ex-coworker. im so unusual, so out of order in that local bar, that guys dont even know how to approach me. good. im thankful for the respect. i dont want to entertain any middle-age, half-drunk who thinks sports are the main news of the world. i dont. neither i want to listen about my great shoes, nice tan, or bold eyes. keep it for yourself. coworker tells me they changed the rule about dating at the company.

its late, but i do not feel like going home. i make a turn to go around my ex-boss ex-lover house. having a feeling that i need to, suddenly, know how he is. i know - its pathetic. the suburbs sink in a very black silence. 

... birthday (connect to the title)