these whiskey tango ghosts

it seems dumb to me to have horror B-movies on television when their is real horror in real life, all around us, all the time.
why can't we look away?

Met Lauren for tea and cheesecake this afternoon, and she just made me laugh and get excited about bike rides, and spring, and being okay with things. Rilo Kiley songs were going off in my head (do they ever stop now?) as we watched this man climb the stairs and try not to spill two drinks. I wondered, vaguely, why he didn't take a drink out of one, cuz it was too full. I thought, maybe, that his girlfriend was afraid of his germs, and wouldn't like it if she caught him, and the very thought of that was enough to keep him from trying it. Or maybe he just didn't know what to do.
So after I made her late for work, and we hugged in the parking lot, I decided to give blood, because I had the rest of the afternoon to do anything, and I was thinking about all the people that need blood, hoping I had enough iron. And I did.
I think she sliced my artery open, because it really hasn't stopped bleeding, and it's been, oh, six hours. But I don't care.

Now I'm going to get paid to sit and watch someone sleep and write, and listen to music.