i used to be fun.

where did i go?
the fun loving girl..
remember, the one you saw dancing on top of the bars?
the one first on the floor.. you could tell i pre-partied hard.
the one that grabbed the mike from the DJ to shout out her friends.
the one that you laughed at 'cause she was trying to ward off a sleazy guy hitting on her..

remember that girl?
the one that "rode elevators" in bathtubs.
the one that thought she was a sniper,
scanning hotel hallways and pointing her finger gun at potential suspects..
the girl that thought she was in a scary movie that one night after the "fourt"
worrying zombies would jump out and eat her.

remember that girl?
that would be sober just so she could drive you all around
looking for parties.
and when you've partied too hard, she would be your "sober sister"
making sure you got back safe.
the girl that impressed you with her parallel parking skills
[even though you were probably shitfaced to really tell].

puns and jokes..
going minutes on end trying to create any word that rhymed with dictionary.
the "hookah master" dropping coals on carpet and burning herself..
but then looking at her blow her "Os" without plugging her nose.

where is she now?
stuck.
between jobs.
writing her mind away. trying to see her dream through.
painting her imagination away.
hoping to sell her ideas to those who want to be trendy.

what a horrible friend she seems now.
granted she doesn't need to drink every night or weekend..
but i bet you wonder where she is sometimes.
she's still here.

i used to be fun.