Oh, girl...

I thought about Trixie today as I jumped in the car with St. Nick. She was a rock. She shined and she made me so calm and she made me so fine but she made me so blue. If there's beauty in the first floor of some dark and drafty parking lot, then I found it today. A kind of annoying one. An indecisive one. I wouldn't think of me there, but it sure is the kind I give recognition to. It's not promising and it's not worth anything to a single other damned person around here. But it was the only thing I had then. That should mean a thought or two.