I need to do my laundry. I need to shave. I need to shower. Some people are anticipating the end of the work day right now, but I am sitting in my bed, sweating, listening to the sad, miserable, unfortunate neighbors yell at their dog for getting in the kiddy pool.
My friend John is the best songwriter I know. He’s the only friend who has ever made me cry through music, and I think that’s really special. He’d probably laugh if he knew that happens. But it’s true. His lyrics hit me really hard. And part of it, I think, is that we used to play together. We don’t anymore and haven’t in so long. Yesterday we talked about playing again, and that has me really excited. I love his songs, his lyrics, and him as a person.
Today was awesome, and it isn’t even over yet. I stayed at Sara’s last night, and we stayed up watching TV and doing puzzles until we straight up zonked. This morning she woke up a little earlier than I did, but it was nice to sleep in that extra little bit. We hung out with Alex and drank lime strawberry Vitamin Water energy drinks. They were pretty good, and I think they might be a new thing for me. Mmm. Alex left, and Sara and I hung out and cuddled while a movie about hockey and love with Patrick Swayze played in the background. Then we came to my house so she and Jess could go for a run up the long Maryland Heights trail (that’s insane and badass), and we found Jess with a PUPPY. This particular puppy was brown - some kind of cute lab/pit thing. It was nice to pretend to have a puppy for 20 minutes. It even pooped in my yard like it was mine. But alas, Kyler and I discovered the owner who lives down the street and had to give her (Layla! Sara named her) away. AND THEN I ran over 9.5 miles at around an 8:50/m pace, which rules for me. Also, I talked to my mom, and I have a mystery letter from someone named Tara Flowers. Maybe she’s giving me a million dollars? The only thing that sucked about today was having to empty the ShopVac of stagnant diarrhea nasty puke food waterdeath from when our dishwasher went funny. Other than that, BAM today was cool. letsdiscodownalexandraceceliacinnamonflavored
As you rush inside your room It’s offical you’ve gone You can live for no one else Man the guilt must be huge As there’s no gain in failure You succeed at being mine Yeah, old friend, see you there I will be proud from afar I can paint a picture In a moment Of memories And there aren’t many left I am extradited, uninvited It’s just another saturday
Take a step towards freedom You and her loathing this cruel world Take a breath of shelter and exhale Trust and allegiance Liberate yourself from hell It’s just another saturday Just another saturday.”