What I had meant to say was...

She asked me if I was ever lonely.
I said no.
She questioned the validity of my response. My integrity had yet to be validated by a participating restaurant.

I told her a story.
She said it was sad.
I assured her it wasn't. I had learned something. Learning is never sad. Unless, of course, you are learning about sadness.

Loneliness. Sadness.
Those two channels are not part of my current Comcast package.
Therefore they do not exist in my space. Nor in myspace [I don't have one - Fuck you, Tom - friend that!]. Although I have heard those two stations are now offered in HD. I still won't be subscribing.


Loneliness. Sadness?


I glance at my watch. 11 pm. Regardless, I have no thyme for those, or any other season. Whether it be spring, or fall - the recipe of ladness is not one for me. I do not prefer it's bitter after taste; real diet-coke like.

I started to speak. Instead, I just laughed.
She laughed.

And I left it at that.