fru fru and frippery

By slug
Date: 15 October 2000

fru fru and frippery

Fake nails. Fake nails and fake hair. Fake boobs, no less. There's a plethora of fru-fru tonight, bad kareoke, bad cover bands, bad eighties club remixes. men who don't know how to two step and couldn't lead their way out of a paper bag... two girls who know me better than this and we're all a little... they're a little... but i'm a little bored. watching the frippery and the foolishness... wondering how lonely they all must be - a night of light beer and white zin... (fake alcohol on top of their fake interest...) and all i can think about is you... and you're real arms and you're real hands and you're real earlobes that taste like...(man i want to leave.) i want to be sitting on you... in me... on you and whispering silly things to you... did you know the best look is the college professor just out of class look? did you know the best scent is the wet man just out of the shower scent? did you know the best taste is the way you taste? did you know... i know i move slowly... i know that you're not so much... but i'm much better at patty duke than daisy duke and i'm much better at samantha stevens than samantha fox... and i'd rather be tinkerbell than clarabell, but that doesn't mean much when you get right down to it. and down to it is where we're headed - (suspenders and ribbons holding us up - tight- together and ...) it's a fact.

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