Flash

last night i had a hit of the insomnia. something that warms my blood and keeps me awake till 6:10am, because honestly after that phone call i couldn't get to sleep. you were my hit. my herion. i spent the night flirting but when i finally snuggled up with my blankets, i thought about you. i thought about us. i thought about what will happen. how if i chose the vacation over the washer dryer combo if my life would change for the better? if suddenly i would be winning ryan adams contests, too and not just ted leo pieces of signed glossy papers. the washer dryer is convenient. it's safe. it's the one i want. the one i'm in love with and yeah, the vacation is fun and exciting. once you have spent your five days in Fiji, it's all over and all you have left to remember it are shitty photographs and a beer stein with Fiji and a backdrop of a mountain on it. you shouldn't go shopping when you're drunk next time.

i like the washer dryer. it comes in white and matches my house. it's comforting hum fills the room and makes me feel less lonely. i get a little excited just knowing i won it somehow. so everytime i open the lid and pour the detergent inside, i get a tingle in all the right places. i trace it with my fingers. it's cool heat racing on my tips sending it's rumble right through to my spine. and maybe it's not the brand name i would have chosen, but it still gets my juices flowing. it's trusy and practical and beautiful for a washer dryer, and i love that i made the right choice because the price was right. some things aren't worth the gamble anymore.  
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