makin like stacy in house md

you're like vindaloo curry.

really really hot indian curry they make with red chili peppers. you're annoying and come on way too strong, like vindaloo curry. when you're crazy about curry, that's fine, but no matter how much you love curry you have too much of it and it takes the roof of your mouth off and you never wanna see curry for a really long time.

but you wake up one day and you think...

i really miss curry.

damn.

there are moments in time which i feel are better spent with someone, and there are moments in time i feel i need to be alone to enjoy. there moments between the two, like where i'm at right now, when the night is as perfect for dvd marathons or reading good inane books or spending verbal sparring time with my dad as it is perfect for drinking time with friends old and new or male-species assessment or dancing with a maybe. it's perfect for crowded bars or quiet theaters or fast drives or wondering if the one beside you right now right this very moment is someone who'll end up scaring the shit out of you.

and these moments in between are for really missing curry.