Jared has a pink eye. I guess I might have it soon then, as well. I can only think of Knocked Up at this moment. Great movie. Made me realize I shouldn't have been with my girlfriend at the time. She dumped me the next morning. It was surreal, not just infuriating.
I just got back from a covert operation. It wasn't without casualties. Tapes were heisted from Cole's. I rang the doorbell twice and Tara let me in. My stop-on-a-dime charm got me through the door. The musk of my new deodorant got me the tapes.
Just kidding. She just let me in and went back to her room. I hope Cole and Christina don't see me taking the tapes as passive aggressive. It wasn't. By any means. Well, mostly not. But if the same happened to me, I would see it that way. But I gotta get these out. It literally drives me crazy every day they sit on the shelf when they could be out for review. It doesn't do the music or the people who made it any good, either. I don't know if they know my feelings on this. I doubt we're doing this for the same reasons.
It's a slow, slow process trying to get over who you've been your whole life. Expect a few more awkward text messages, a few drunken episodes of me being mopey, random expressions of love and affection, one or two catatonic weekends, and the occasional short fuse. I'll make it up to you.
I yelled at Cahak on the way back from Cole's. Then my car got dinged in the parking lot of Subway. I got the dude's insurance information. I felt like a heel. It's just a small scratch. I bought Cahak's sandwich for him.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment