Inter…net. I’m sitting in a Starbucks on a cold December day, sipping on a gingerbread latte, and I can positively feel the spirit of Christmas coursing through my veins. Or possibly just a ton of sugar and caffeine. I have a few more days left of this rotation. I have a 20 minute presentation about hospice care tomorrow that’s currently only halfway written. Last night, I applied for a paid internship at a pharmaceutical company. It’s extremely exciting and now all I can do is put on a fresh pair of Depends and not shit my pants in suspense.
My brain is swimming with thoughts of this girl. This fucking girl who I’m inexplicably still connected with on social media for the sake of cordiality. I can see her Goddamn green circle on my Facebook chat window and it eats at me. There is no reason I shouldn’t just cut these ties like I did with the last one, and yet it almost feels like I’d be the immature one if I did that. Like I would “lose.” Fuck that noise. I thought this breakup would be different from the last and that we might stay in contact. NOOOOPE. I’m ignoring her just like the last one. Even if there are no outright bad feelings immediately post breakup, being cognizant of the fact that someone you used to fuck chose to fuck someone else (EVEN THOUGH YOU BOTH AGREED THAT WOULD BE FINE) causes bad feelings all on its own. It honestly all just boils down to not having your own steady supply of mutual orgasms. Again, fuck all of that noise both vertically and horizontally. I’ve got a date on Friday with a girl who speaks French and works in a bakery.
Lots of complex metaphors in this song.