Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

20 September 2015

The last time

The Last Time
The last time you stood me up; I showed up at the party anyway. My date was stunning, and the opposite of you.  Younger, taller, surgically enhanced, and actually into me. I smiled at your ex, and introduced her; for once his cameras for eyes, and gossiping were going to work for me.  We stayed just long enough then, while you were making excuses, she was making love to me.  While you were playing games her nails marked my back. While you were worried what everyone would think her screams filled my night. While you kept a safe distance she was my breakfast.  The last time you stood me up I got the message, and she got me.
Go to your ex, with his victim of love game. It will offset your fear of love perfectly. The last time you stood me up, was the last time you will ever get the chance . While it will be something you don’t immediately notice, as she and I are not part of the clique you revere so. The last time you stood me up , was last call for us

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