death of a party [living]
tonight we went to twiddle thumbs's cousin's party. i just don't think i'm a party person. at least, not a backyard party person. not when all i can smell is barbecued meat and dog shit. not when i'm sitting there for a couple of hours on a bench and my back begins to hurt. not when the music has been sped up to match the bpm of the previous song, causing everything to sound out of whack. not when there is no one interesting to talk to besides the person you went to the party with.
