xoxo

She hangs up the phone, the last, always-the-same words still echoing, "Ok babe. I love you. Miss you...Call you later."

"Who was that?" she asks.

"Augh. That bitch again."

" Umm...which bitch?"

They send kisses and hugs and sit down for coffee asking you a billion little questions. From your waist size to his, from your rent to your rags.

"Oh, and by the way, I got that internship."

"Babe! that's great. What are you wearing tonight?"

Nothing. I'm wearing no labels and no laces and no see-through dresses. Nothing is as see-through as the "I love you's" that are thrown around in a drunken haze.

"By the way! I'm not supposed to say, but, I have to tell you what x and y said about you -"

Nah. Just go play with your powder.