Sizzle Says

I should be grateful that this day ended up as it did. . . one in which wearing a bra was not necessary, where I could nap and watch movies on TV and not care about make up, dye my hair and take my time cleaning up my apartment (and finally unpack from my trip, much to the disappointment of my cats who seem to love sleeping in or on the suitcase). I’ve been going, going, going for weeks so this down time should have been a welcomed reprieve. I mean, I DO feel rested.

Of course, it goes without saying that I ended up rested but also restless and bored out of my mind. Sure, there were things I could have done and things I thought were going to occur so I waited around biding my time. I even got all prettied up in anticipation of them but, alas, shit happens and I ended up sitting on my ass drinking beer, alone. Such is the life of Sizzle. It’s not always parties and boys buying me drinks and laugh riots. Nah, sometimes it’s drinking beer alone, rocking out to tunes, dancing around the apartment in my panties, scrubbing the floors and killing time.

But don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a rep to protect.

“Cause I wanted you the first time/And loved you from the second/And I don’t know how that ever goes away/As far as I can tell/You’re really good at talking/So I think it’s time you let me know/I’m just your latest mistake/I wonder what will make you happy/I wonder what you’ll do with it all/I have a map in my head/Somehow still don’t understand/Why I always have to miss you/Why I have to make the call/Someone’s gonna have to step up/Someone’s gonna have to clean this mess up…”-Latest Mistake, Mandy Moore