The Facts of Strife
I DON’T WANT TO DO LAUNDRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am wearing bicycle shorts and THAT’S IT.
Kansas “Carry On My Wayward Son”
This is one of those songs where if it plays in a bar that I’m in, and I’m at a certain level of drunk, I will go from zero to spectacle before the chorus kicks in.
Some girl who I have never met in my life surveyed her dozen or so Midwestern friends in the dead of night last night and posted the following consensus to her blog, in bold print.
▲ 12:04am
“Kelly is not a real person and generates caustic aggression compulsively. Fantastic dating platitudes. Stop being in contact with her.”
Other highlights of correspondence with this person over the course of last night include her telling me that she wishes I would have died during my surgery, and that I have ugly hands. (lies. They’re stunning and delicate.)
In summation: Don’t call girls “townies” and then tell them that you don’t like them any more via text message. They will not react in kindness.
A push of a few buttons and the fish are fed. Curious that it makes me feel better. But it just always has …
True story
One time I dumped someone because they farted while we were watching “The Notebook.”