Is The Strongest Link

Woke up to I can't sleep and now I remember this.

Okay so the guy I like? He likes someone else. And the guy who likes me? I'm sure some other chick likes him but she is busy being liked by a guy she can't stand. And mixed up in there are probably more guys and more chicks and guys dressed like chicks and chicks who wish they were guys but I haven't gotten bird's eye view enough to kick this whole puzzle's ass.

I'm in the weeds and all I can tell for sure is that I fucking win every time. And that's more than enough, innit?

Sometimes yes. And sometimes this bed feels miles wide. It's made for a basketball player bookended by model chicks. Another chain, that one.

My new job is hotness. The days fly by supernaturally and I sometimes don't have the energy left to do my nails when I get home. But there is maybe too often and too much whiskey, which I have learned to shoot like a champ. I don't have time for cosmos or lemon drops or any other fruity shit. I have 30 minutes in between being off work and going home to get back at it.

I have 187 unread emails from the past 2 days. And I've read three quarters of the emails I've received. That's more math than a puzzle, but it makes as much sense to me now as that daisy chain of people liking people and not seeing people and seeing other people ever will.

Remember. I win everything always. I have never had a choice.