So, blog. I'm going to cut to the chase. We've spent a lot of time together discussing things and sharing interests. You're always there to listen, and I'm seldom there to talk. My heart just isn't in it anymore. It's not me, it's you.
WHOA! It's Sunday children! That's amazing. You know what's even better? LABOR DAY! That means I get an additional day in my week where I don't have to do a gosh darn thing. I'm all about this. I'll bet you $1 that i sit on this couch, looking at this cat, and watching TV.
I'm listening to Dear Landlord right now, which if you review "Today: Birthday, Father's Day, Basement Show" you'd find out that Dear Landlord is just goddamn amazing. They will be a high point of Florida this year. Especially after the record came out on No Idea Records and what have you... they're going to be bigger than Jesus. Mark my words.
Last night I went to Lancaster with Bucket. We went to see the Felice Brothers. I had a pretty good time. There were drinks on the top level of a parking garage, and good times had across the board. $2 lagers was the theme of the night and even though the room wasn't as crowded as I would have thought, they ran out of beer. Lancaster likes their discount drinks.
Mike came back. He exists. He's alive. These are all good things. We hadn't seen him in a bit, and his phone was stolen so he didn't have any of our phone numbers. But he dropped in yesterday and we watched Dirty Work... three times. Yeah. Three times, and you know what? It never got boring, for me.
That's all for now, i think. Brandon is coming over and we're going to shoot some pool. I'm looking forward to not playing drunk guys and playing Brandon. Hopefully that happens. I need to watch more baseball. It's something I really love, but it's something I haven't taken the time to do. The Cubs season has really brought me down this year and I haven't spent enough time with something I really love. Damnit.
I'm sorry blog, I didn't to imply that you're the one at fault here. It's as much me as it is you. I mean, if you still wanted to stay the night, that's fine. But tomorrow morning, we should probably part ways... wait... why are you crying? I thought you didn't care anymore. Me? Of course I care... I wasn't... oh forget that this ever happened. I'm sorry. It's me.
(the blog curls up next to Noah on a blanket on a rooftop. the skyline is visible in the background. the stage lights fade. an audible sigh is heard. Credits.)
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The felice brothers are the equivalent of college hippies who litter.
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