| "How many marathons did you run today? What's that, 12?...Pussy.I'm in Chicago right now. Spur of the moment.
Being in a real city is nice. I just went for a fixed-gear bike around the neighborhood with Kyle and Babyface. Everything felt more alive here at 1 A.M. on a Tuesday morning than any Friday or Saturday night in Indy ever has.
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| Boo, Lost. You suck. Half the time.
For those who aren't in the know, Lost is basically two separate shows right now, and has been since the second season finale. The beach part is great. The others part... not so much. They jump back and forth between the two every week, so the scenario goes as follows:
Wednesday, Week A: Others episode. Crap. Did I seriously waste my time watching that? Please, Lost, please come back from a months long hiatus with a seriously underwhelming hour of television. And, if possible, make us care less about Jack. Solid move.
*spend the next week talking about how Lost jumped the shark*
Wednesday, Week B: Beach episode. Maybe I was wrong... maybe last week(and the other half of the third season) was just a fluke... because this episode was excellent. Thanks, Lost. The show was as good as it's ever been, and you tossed some Oasis at us.
*get back on that Lost bandwagon, kids, it's good again! wait... what's this?
Wednesday, Week C: Others episode. Oh, no. You heard what I said about Week A, didn't you, Lost? I thought I heard someone breathing in the closet, but it wasn't R. Kelly... it was you all along... You heard it, and then you delivered. You made me care less about Jack. How about if next week, Britney Spears plays Jack? Cause she's the only thing a actually care less about than him. And, as an added bonus, Matthew Fox, with his day off, can pass out drunk in a puddle of his own tears, watching Party of Five, and listening to The Cure. All while in the dark, mind you.
Anyway, Lost sucks. On alternate Wednesdays.
Guitar Hero time.
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| I just found out it was Wednesday...
Here goes nothin'...
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| "merry christmas, asshole"
I may or may not have recieved the
latter in a text message earlier. There's just something in the air
during this special time of year that brings out the best in people.
I'm sorry that when I said I needed some time off, and I needed some
space, that I meant it, and fully intended on taking/making it. Sorry
in the most special and sarcastic of ways. If I'm Wayne Campbell, she's
definately Stacey. I don't even own a gun.
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| the devil's water it ain't so sweet...
If I end up dying at 42, don't worry, I had my midlife crisis...
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