you can take the boy out of the rave

...but you can't take the raver out of the boy.

that was just an interesting side note from a conversation that took place recently. it was prompted by a discussion of "just what is it with these raver boys?!"

three more of my closest female friends have utterly succumbed to the madness. women, who previously had never listened to techno, constantly made riotous fun of phat pants, and indeed of all types of ravers, are now all swoony for UFO's and a thumpy bass beat.

weird.

no time.

why does morning always look so different when you've been up all night?

now i have stories to write and critique, vanity fair to read, i could catch up on other assignments, possibly a house to clean.

i have no time for this achy whimpering feeling in my throat.
no time at all.