The Life Pursuit (if only it were a Belle and Sebastian song)

You know, my bip boppin’ days are over. I’ve hung my boots up and retired. All I could think to do last night was download the new Belle and Sebastian album.

I’m suppose to go to Lipgloss with Miss Lexxy this evening. I will be glad to see her. I had this funny dream about her and she was wearing funny shoes, and she was dressed like a punk…

Maybe I’ll bump into that cute bar tender and I’ll say to him, “You ain’t ugly, you can kiss me if you like.” And his buddy will say, “Go ahead and kiss her, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

We’ll go out on Saturday and it will be lovely. But he’ll realize I’m not the one, and he’ll say, “I haven’t changed. I pretty much the same person.”

Come Sunday I’ll start feeling sinister. And I’ll be off to see the minister so he can take away (in vian) the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever.

Monday I’ll go back to work and start talking about the weekend in metaphors. “I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me,” I’ll tell my co-workers.

The night will follow day and back again, but I won’t want to sleep. But who can blame me? Its someone else’s turn to take a fall. And now I’ll be the one who’s strong enough to help them.