First decent conversation we've had in a month.
Maybe it was the Beatles.
Or your concern over expired ear drops.
But I'm glad it happened.
I'm not even sure where the underlining hostility came from.
On both our parts for that matter.
Whatever it's all good in the hood.
The hair is cut, and I look cute as a button.
I got some new fancy duds and busted out the winter hat.
This year's level of acceptance came a lot faster.
It's winter, slowly but surely, it's coming.
But I can embrace the awesome accessories that come with it.
Hats, scarfs, mittens, boots, wool socks, tights and gloves.
I really have nothing of interest to talk about.
Things have been boring.
I got so drunk the other night.
I didn't realize I hadn't eaten.
So I came home after 3 cans of Faxe and 2 Honey Wheats.
Jumped in the bath with my clothes on, so I could get my hair wet?
Then ordered nachos and watched Sister Act with Hoolia.
I hear I fell asleep and snored, sounds about awesome.
Holy shit!
The new band practiced last night.
It sounds amazing, I'm like REALLY excited.
In about an hour and a half we busted out one song.
It rocks, it's about obsession.
Something I'm all too familiar with.
Oh this is exciting.
We've decided Wednesdays jam night.
What a perfect night for jamming.
I'll say it again.
I'm excited.