5:00 p.m.
Sketch: Toxic
In the split-second that exists right before a kiss between strangers, it's possible to think and dismiss a thousand thoughts. How is this happening? Is it going to be worth my time? I finally get to see if that kiss-proof lipstick lives up to its claim. I wish I had worn different shoes. Among other things. Each thought possible, but none of them probable -- a split-second isn't a very long time, after all.
No, in the split-second that exists right before a kiss between strangers, it's likely that all thoughts are centered on the stranger. And in this particular case, I can't help but think that he's exactly the type of man I shouldn't be kissing. I know better, after all. My mother taught me well. Yet I can't help the fact that I'm glad that he's all wrong for me. I always say I don't know how I get myself into these situations, but I do it on purpose. Any girl who says she doesn't love a tangle with a bad boy is lying, and you can rely on that even more than kiss-proof lipstick.
Yes, there's a thrill to knowing that there's not going to be a morning after, or even any conversation -- just a moment, a meeting. Two ships passing in the night, as they say. And that thrill is as simple as it is complex.
In the split-second that exists right after a kiss between strangers, it's possible to think a thousand things, all of them centered around how good it would be to have this happen again, and these thoughts are not as easy to dismiss. But they must be. Because a moment is just that, and anything more than a taste destroys the flavor.
Whew! Okay. Heavily inspired by the Britney song that is its namesake. For waterhot, my patron.
This totally reminds me that the patronage system really was quite fantastic, so you should pledge money now, while operators are standing by.
In the split-second that exists right before a kiss between strangers, it's possible to think and dismiss a thousand thoughts. How is this happening? Is it going to be worth my time? I finally get to see if that kiss-proof lipstick lives up to its claim. I wish I had worn different shoes. Among other things. Each thought possible, but none of them probable -- a split-second isn't a very long time, after all.
No, in the split-second that exists right before a kiss between strangers, it's likely that all thoughts are centered on the stranger. And in this particular case, I can't help but think that he's exactly the type of man I shouldn't be kissing. I know better, after all. My mother taught me well. Yet I can't help the fact that I'm glad that he's all wrong for me. I always say I don't know how I get myself into these situations, but I do it on purpose. Any girl who says she doesn't love a tangle with a bad boy is lying, and you can rely on that even more than kiss-proof lipstick.
Yes, there's a thrill to knowing that there's not going to be a morning after, or even any conversation -- just a moment, a meeting. Two ships passing in the night, as they say. And that thrill is as simple as it is complex.
In the split-second that exists right after a kiss between strangers, it's possible to think a thousand things, all of them centered around how good it would be to have this happen again, and these thoughts are not as easy to dismiss. But they must be. Because a moment is just that, and anything more than a taste destroys the flavor.
Whew! Okay. Heavily inspired by the Britney song that is its namesake. For waterhot, my patron.
This totally reminds me that the patronage system really was quite fantastic, so you should pledge money now, while operators are standing by.
