It Aint No 'Ting but a Chicken Wing

Its been awfully hot these days. Lots of sun, absolutely no cloud cover and just enough humidity to make you sniff yourself and say, “Hot damn, I need a shower!” At ten o'clock in the morning. After but two hours since your last one. And for those of you who think that you've gotten away Scott free, this heat seems strangely immune to deodorant. Whether its sure, Burberry or that funny vanilla body spray she who shall not be named used to wear. Or possibly still does. Who even gives a cuss?
Now I think it would be prudent of me at this point to warn you that if you're looking or waiting for some sort of point to this, I'm afraid your not going to find it. Because quite frankly, there isn't one. I just liked the way the title rolled off of my tongue. Something I heard in a movie once. I think. Or maybe it was a TV show. Or maybe I read it somewhere. But thats besides the point. The point is...well the point is that there isn't one. So read on at your own risk.
So...I'm supposed to be drama-toxing. (don't know what that means? Well ask Nimo, she's the one who came up with it after all) and all in all, I think I'm doing a pretty good job at it. Going on two weeks without any drama. Of course, the way I left things with a couple of certain individuals may not be exactly, exemplary but making amends will come a little later on in the program. Because making amends, if not handled properly, would just mean the re-introduction of drama and right now, I'm too chill enjoying these drama free days to give that all up for the sake of “making amends”. And Nimo, darling, if you're reading this, how far up the 12 step ladder is making amends anyway? Wait, don't say anything here, inbox me the answer.
But drama-tox or not, theres this one girl I want to get with. No problem right? Wrong. Theres one complication. White Greek boy friend who she's intensely loyal to. When it comes to jumping into the sack that is. And that's all I want. A roll in the hay. This business of walking around, holding hands whispering sweet nothings into each others ears with no friggin pay off is a fucking joke. They say that persistence pays and I know that in this case it would but Ive been down that road before and eh, it aint all its cracked up to be. Drama was inevitable. Of course the last time I actually liked the girl and sex had been the last thing on my mind and thus the drama but I still don't want to take my chances. You never know what could happen. But that being said, do I really see myself pulling out? Well, maybe just as I'm about to come (no, I wouldn't be that stupid, of course I would wear a rubber) but out of the race before those six seconds of pleasure? Not a chance.
Wait, she's on messenger right now...and oh, how about that? Her phone is now on, she's just sent me her number....let's see what she's doing today. And if I'm lucky, maybe it'll be me...