…Like sands through the hourglass…

Do you ever just have one of those days? You know, you wake up, take a shower and bum around for a little while. You have no real agenda for your day, and decide that later in the evening you’ll meet up with some friends for drinks. So you bum around for a little bit more, then decide to take the city bus downtown to meet up with said friends. You then proceed to drink heavily for about 5 hours, yet still somehow manage to catch the bus to get back home. Then, somewhere in between catching the bus and getting home, you decide it’d be a good idea to talk to the man sitting next to you on the bus. Before you know it, you’re making out with this stranger on the patio at Leaning Tower of Pizza, even though you realize that you don’t know him, he has a ponytail and, oh yeah, you met on the city bus. Heavy petting is involved. So is shame. Lots and lots of shame. If you have had one of these days, I suggest you come with me to get fitted for a harness. If you have not had one of these days, I do not recommend you try it out. All that happens is you’ll miss your bus to get back home and wind up having to walk to your apartment. You’ll also wake up still wearing your pants, and have the added surprise of a large flesh-wound on your foot. You’ll realize that your only saving grace is the fact that you can’t remember half of what happened the night before, which serves the purpose of allowing you to fool yourself into thinking that the flesh-wound wasn’t a product of you falling over, and that maybe he really didn’t have a ponytail. Unfortunately you have to live with the truth. And quite possibly a rash.