This is a letter I've been meaning to write for awhile.
To You,
Can you explain something to me? How is it that he's been back in town for almost a week now and you've slept with me for 5 out of 6 of the nights?
When you were arrested, who did you call first to come pick you up? Who drove you to get your car from the towing company? Who talked you down until 9 in the morning?
If you didn't look so good in my Rooney jersey when you aren't wearing any pants I'd probably not have let you stay and although I may have played the "point to the couch and tell you to get the fuck out" story line in my head I cannot follow through for the life of me
Sometimes, I wish I was a cold beer.
You are considerably hindering my ability to get some whilst augmenting it at the same time.
so apparently GR is in the world news because it has an asshole with a gun. what city doesn't have an asshole with a gun? our asshole is just a little more stupid than most. so, proportionally speaking, our assholes without guns should theoretically be smarter. but... they're probably not. i just think people pick up on this stuff because nobody has a life, and they have this morbid curiosity with death. i mean, face it, we're all dying someday.
and until then, we will spend our lives waiting for windows XP to actually work on this damn laptop. (or maybe that's just me)
honestly, though, i'm making progress. i got the OS on there with relatively few hassles. it was after i started trying to get my shit set up on there that i got pissed, because all the drivers were missing. and then i found the driver disc, so now i'm waiting for that.
see? i'm way more exciting than gatorade boy. i'm still flabbergasted that in all of my disorganized piles of random shit, i managed to find the 2 discs i needed to make this shit work. and it's a legit copy to boot. then again, that's probably why it's being a pain in the ass. if i had just used the illegal bit torrent i downloaded and burned in like ten minutes, i would probably be done by now.
This song, while its meaning likely different from my interpretation, seems to lay out the one consistent dilemma that I find myself in, and which usually gets me in trouble in the end.
I do feel as though it's a bit narcissistic to try and describe you're own life...
Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you're sad
apparently when i'm sad, i listen to songs about being away from home, sung by dudes with acoustic guitars. thus i give you:
hey justin, congrats on selling a bunch of accessories, tripling the repair numbers, selling more insurance, and getting more tech refferals than i ever have and my fucking comission check is still the same amount it was last month.
Remember when I really hated Emo-core in high school? If you do then you probably thought I was obnoxious (I'm sure that was the only reason). I've gotten pretty good about not hating things just to hate, but there is still something about this band that I just cannot tolerate. I don't know if its the whole get-up (i.e. the make up and clothes whatever). I just find it obnoxious. It's like Lady Gaga for me, I feel as though she'd be a great musician on her own without the uncooked turkey on her head. Call me shallow.
The music isn't that great to me either: It's just bland. Robert Smith's voice doesn't do it for me. If your band is going to be famous for a lead singer he should be like a Robert Plant and like a David Bowie if hes going to be this level of eccentric.
In the end I suppose it just boils down to preference. What I won't do now that I might have in the past is tell you that you suck for liking The Cure.
