Souvenir

When I woke up this morning, I rolled over to Dara's side of the bed and something cold touched my stomach. I scooted over a little and saw one of the steel nipple barbells she usually wears. Must have fallen out during the night. Two of her hair extensions had busted off, I discovered those as I got up to put the barbell away. Might as well save it to remember her by. I placed the barbell and the hair extensions in a small box, which I then hid at the back of one of my cabinets. Somehow I don't think I'll be seeing Dara much longer. There's already been some weirdness...

Her work schedule in the clubs is keeping her so busy that we only hang out once a week. She claims she's that busy, anyway. I have no idea what she's actually up to at any given time. To be honest I'm not concerning myself with it too much. The thing that bugs me though, is if she makes plans with me to be here on any particular night after I get home from work about half the time she never shows up. Irritating. I could have made other plans. Last week she really pulled a dumb stunt. She did a no-show and I didn't hear from her for three or four days after that. Then I get a goofy phone call from her that she met up with some band from who knows where that just so happened to be good old friends of hers and she hopped on a flight to go tour with them out of state. Huh? I picked her up at the Oakland airport and brought her home the following day.

That better not happen again.