this post could also be titled,
narcissism: it is what it is.
taking my new red jeans out for a spin
at Tower of the Americas
i may or may not be sitting on a trashcan.
|essie's Tart Deco|
my toes have to rep spring's punchy colors
since the Air Force says my fingers have to play it more demure
you've heard me lament about the quality of my outfit posts before.
this post is no different.
but when you get to leave the hospital at noon
when you expected to leave at 5pm
you've gotta take advantage
so i got outta my scrubs
and put on something relatively decent
though i find it somewhat ironic that this very same outfit
could easily have been worn by a housekeeper
in another time and place.
this is what my patient told me yesterday.
maybe some of you can put it to use:
"a man is either hungry, or horny.
so if you see your husband without an erection,
give him a sandwich."
this patient was a man.
i can't wait until i'm old and can get away with saying shit like that to strangers.