(she makes me) Forget my name

Don't know what it is, but it's powerful to say the least. Went to a party and then out dancing last night, met some nice girls but just couldn't find the energy to try to get one to go home with me. And no, it's not simply me being a lame loser who's not good at picking up girls, although that is part of it too. I think it's something more, or don't think, know, because as soon as I looked at a girl and considered trying to pick her up I saw something else, something I thought I had let go of, seems I haven't. If you know me, or at least listen to me rambling, you probably know what it is.

Overall a really nice evening, even though M had some insane ideas and some old sins came baack to haunt me. Sometimes I miss my old hometown and last night I thought I knew why, today I can't remember. There was only a few things missing, a few old friends and something a little more special.. Life isn't as simple as it sometimes seems I guess.

not hungover / Monkey Boy