I'm Studying You

I get bored easily

I wish I got that bored that easily that I could be lead to write anything. Fuck, I just tossed a frisbee back and forth in my backyard for an hour by myself. It was like horseshoes for one. Lame.

So for some reason the itch to write has come back to me, albeit ambiguous and jaded. So this is what happened this morning: "A Threadbare Needle" 

Married friend has been emailing me all day. A place I'm not sure I'm down with. I'll never be able to get her cleansed from my system if she keeps it up, but I don't exactly do much to stifle my words. I can't keep a secret unless it depended on my life and I'll have to face it: this girl is going to drive me batshit because love does that to guys who actually have a romantic bone in their skeleton that doesn't leak fluids.

Even if I'm blogging to myself, have a great night. I'm laying low in hope that tomorrow I can get all up in a cashier's wheelhouse.

Cue up Flickerstick's "Coke" or "Chloroform" and love somebody. I'd buy the world a Coke if I could lay here naked with my girl.