It's Friday <br />which means it's crazy where I live. <br />The noise level went from a box fan <br />to stadium seating <br />to what are we eating for dinner tonight? <br /> <br />I'm only in college, good grief. <br />Why can't my roommates follow directions <br />on a box of Kraft mac 'n cheese? <br />Butter. Milk. Water. Noodles. Process powdered cheese. <br /> <br />Use the microwave dammit! <br />Climb a dollar tree! <br /> <br />There's a week old polish dog <br />sitting in the fridge. It has a nice green mustache. <br />That means it's aged well and should be <br />taken seriously. <br /> <br />'Just eat it Gary! It's green! <br />Green means it's healthy! ' <br /> <br />He told me my eyes were fat <br />after that. <br /> <br />Friday night... light me up Pandora <br />and lock my door, uh... <br />don't slip me notes under the crack <br />asking if you can borrow my car. <br /> <br />Samantha is the girl next door <br />Gary wants to pound. He's gay. He still doesn't get it. <br />It's okay. I told him to walk into the closet, <br />find his balls, then walk out again... <br /> <br /> <br />Eleven p.m. here in Boston on Friday night- <br />almost Saturday. Nobody has much to say <br />at a donut shop on Saturday morning, <br />because nobody is there! <br /> <br />Everyone will wake up at noon <br />and ask what's for breakfast <br /> <br />and there will be a now questionable <br />eight day old polish dog <br />sitting in the fridge...<br /><br />Jena Crowe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-night-lights-3/
