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Wednesday, November 19, 2008 | |
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The California Sun Location: Santa Monica in my head Mood: tired but hopeful Music: something always comes up something always makes her stay  Me and my Mom Her: You're always seeing someone. Me: No, I mean I'm seeing someone... Her: (puts down hula hoop) Wait, what does that mean? (excitedly) Are you getting married soon? Is she nice? Does she want kids? What's her name? Me: (sighs) Clearly, I've just made a grave error in judgment. Me and my Brother Him: When I left NYC for LA, I had two suitcases and a guitar. Then when I left LA for Miami, had a house fulla crap, a cat, and a wife. Me: And now that you're moving back to LA? Him: Well (thinking) I still have a house fulla crap and the cat (pause) But I've since shed the wife tho... The cool thing about the people that you're close to is the shorthand language you've got. My brother used to sing in a bar while in med school. One song was about this singer in a bar that loved a waitress named Rachel who wanted to move to LA. The guy didn't know what to say, so he just said, if you find me one, I'd love a picture of the California sun. For years my bro said he'd move to LA. Always joked that if he ever did, I'd want a postcard from LA. Then one day he just up and left with two suitcases and a guitar. Spur of the moment thing. Poof. Week or so later, got a postcard with a picture of the California sun and not much else. Didn't need much else. I remember that I sat down on my striped sofa and cleared my throat. Then I cleared a place for it on my fridge. Somewhere through the years, lost it. Stupid roommates. S'ok though - lookee what I got today:  YASYCTAI: Send someone a nice picture. If y'got time, send me one too. (1 mins/0.5 pts) Labels: blue sky, dialogue, family, goodbye, story, traveling  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Monday, November 17, 2008 | |
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Tennis anyone? Location: one hour ago, the F train in Queens Mood: committed Music: when we met Spending all of my time Tracing your silhouette  Me: I have tennis elbow. Her: Lateral epicondalitis? Me: Whoa... Smart people're just so impressive. Ladies, don't ever dumb yourself down for a guy cause the guy you'll end up with, you won't want.---------- Sheridan invited me another party this past Saturday. Nice enough crowd; attractive people, booze. Malik Yoba was there as was my favorite type of rum, although it was $14 a glass again. Crap. Ended up taking a ton of pics for the host and he offered for me to shoot for his website. Maybe. Sheridan and I bounced early cause I wasn't feeling all that great - did my yearly physical, got some blood drawn, found out I have tennis elbow, and had a flu shot - alla which was draining (literally and figuratively). So stayed in Saturday night even though Paul, Gio and LisaV each had parties going on. I've not been sleeping. Dunno if it's the stress, the pain or the fact that Heartgirl's not around. So I'm reading a lot again: This week alone, I read The ABS Diet, first four chapters of Hot, Flat and Crowded, coupla articles on SEO marketing, two issues of the Economist and Fast Company, and three of Maximum Computer. On a somewhat related note, I've decided to get down to 9% body fat or less, which I've not been since froshmore year college (a hundred years ago). Wish me luck. A lotta stuff''s going on. Lemme sort it all out and get back to you.  YASYCTAI: Have you had your yearly physical? (60 mins/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion, insomnia Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, November 14, 2008 | |
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She and I (did what?) Location: 5 mins ago, in the shower Mood: irritated Music: I’ll just be waiting here - right here  Second Ranty post in over two years. Who went to the store? She and I went to the store. Ergo: I went to the store. Ding, ding - Win Here are pics of my girl and I drinking rum. Here are pics of Ergo: Here are pics of I drinking rum. Honk - Fail Here are pics of me drinking rum. Ding, ding - Win While on the topic of crap grammar:
Tool: You mean a yee-ro? Me: No, kid. If we were in Athens, I'd mean yee-ro. But we're in a tiny hell-hole greasy spoon in Queens (turning back to counterman, "No offense, dude,"). We don't say, "res-toe-ran" for a "restaurant," we don't say shed-du-el for schedule. You don't say yee-ro-scope, do you? Why, outta 880,000 words, the special exception for a meat sandwich? So please back up off my grill and lemme order my jai-ro, in peace. Sorry, I'm irritable - the weather's lousy, my girl's on a different continent, my right arm is killin me, I can't eat for the next 20 hours, I've not slept and my secretary just quit. Again. I want a whole wheat donut. What I'm gonna get, however, is a glass of tap water, a vitamin pill and two tabs of naproxen. YASYCTAI: Read a book about why English is the way it is. Try this book or this one. (2 days/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Monday, November 10, 2008 | |
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Miami Location: finally back in NYC Mood: tired Music: Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is not that bad  Me: You look like a betting man. If I can get you 25 people, mostly girlies, will you get me a table? Him: I'll do better than that, I'll get you a bottle. Went to Florida for 20somthing hours over the weekend. Last minute decision; my brother's moving to Cali so he was having a last hurrah. Started out at the Chesterfield Hotel which was fulla doctors, nurses and booze. Lotsa booze. Onea the guys was getting frisky with onea the girls. Her: (to guy) Why are you touching me? I'm unclear on that.  Then we hopped over to a club called Cameo where, fortunately, some guy floated alla us in. Unfortunately, a bunch of guys in masks, dogs and guns stormed the club. Fortunately, they were cops. Unfortunately, they shut the joint down, arrested alla the owners and bartenders and, more dismaying, didn't lemme finish my drink. Him: There's some malfeasance going on.  The group decided to hit up another party but I ended up chatting with a promoter at another joint and managed to convince him to float us all in and comp us a bottle of vodka. He ended up buying me a buncha shots too. I like Miami.  The bartender leaned over and said she was buying me a shot of Tequila too. Told her that Tequila and I weren't on speaking terms but she bought me one anyway. At around 2AM, she pulled me onto the dance floor. Afterwards: Her: You're fun. (pause) Did you say you were leaving on the 20th? Me: No, I said I'm here for 20 hours. Her: Are you coming back soon? Me: Don't think so. Gotta head back to see the girlfriend. Her: Lucky lady. (smiles) Thanks again for the dance, Logan. Me: I'll let her know. Thanks for the dance, Lana. Crashed with everyone for a coupla hours. Woke up and ate, what I later found out, were cream puffs that were in the fridge for possibly a year.  Rushed to the airport, missed my flight, so went back to brother's. Try number two worked and I ended up in Newark airport at 21:15. Dropped my buddy Paul off downtown and zipped off to my favorite lady in the world. Him: Mom went to bed already. We'll get breakfast tomorrow. Nite. Heartgirl, my favorite lady whom I'm not related to, is away for a few weeks. In Africa. Think I miss her already. But it's probably for the best. The next two weeks are gonna be rough.  YASYCTAI: Go somewhere completely different soon. You need a change of latitude. (Two weeks/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, flying, random meetings, story, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, October 29, 2008 | |
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Done, done Location: 19:00, unlocking a door in Queens Mood: thoughtful Music: No one ever said it would be so hard  Me: I've always been honest to you. Her: I know it and I hate it. (pause) I'm just jealous because boys always pick me. Me: (laughing) Her: It's true! Me: I know it. I know it. While we never see each other, PCD and I still chat online. We spoke the other night cause I was too tired to type. She's thinking of starting a blog too, told her she should. Her: You're not right for me, I know that. Me: That's the thing about her. I think I'm right for her and she's right for me. We're appropriate for each other. Her: I'd hate that - to appropriate for someone else. Me: It's not a bad thing. It's hard for a boy like me to just stop, y'get used to the random nights. You know that better than most people - that it's hard to stop and say, I pick you. To be done, y'know? Her: Are you done, done? Me: I hope so. (pause) I really like her. Her: (thinking) Good then. I want you to be happy. If there's one common trait to the people I'm actually close to, it's that they're all really good people. My dad says that if you find good people in the world, you should keep them around at all costs. He's a smart man, my dad. This post continued here. YASYCTAI: Figure out which one of your friends are worth the effort and drop them a line. (hours/2 pts) Labels: Coldplay, dating, dialogue, discussion, venn diagrams Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, October 27, 2008 | |
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Strawberry Swing Location: home, and running late Mood: tired Music: without you it's a waste of time   Saturday, saw my brother for massive amounts of pizza. He doesn't live in NYC so whenever he's here, he gets his fill.   Met some nice people and one girl that asked, "Can we be friends?" Brought HEI a bottle of rum. We all almost kicked it that night. Rolled home at 2AM and woke up the next day without a hangover. Love that rum.  Sunday night, go with Heartgirl and one of her friends to see Coldplay in concert. Heartgirl doesn't like being in pictures. She does like being with me though. Fair trade. Duffy was the opening act. Spent $11.25 for a diet coke, pretzel and package of Reese's Pieces. Coldplay was amazing in concert. Seem like nice fellas.  Got home five minutes to midnight. Now I'm home getting ready to run out the door. And you? How was your weekend? YASYCTAI: Treat yourself to a small concert. The last major one I went to was 20 years ago. (90 mins/1 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008 | |
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Home in NYC Location: 20:02 yest, explaining the difference on 72nd & Amsterdam Mood: happy Music: red letter year they didn't mention how much s__ was gonna change  Was walking home over the chilly weekend when a dragonfly settled down on a stoop in my neighborhood. Guess I'm not the only one that thinks NYC's lovely in the Fall. Saw Heartgirl over the weekend. She made an offhand comment about something, which I don't remember in the least - cause she called me her boyfriend. Been called someone's boyfriend three times in the past 2.5 years. And the previous two times freaked me out. Decidedly. This time though, it was quite nice. More than nice. It was whatever's the opposite of freaked out. She hates, hates, hates, that I referred to myself as a womanizer but I told her that it was what I was and not what I am. Just cause she asked, though, I'm going to try and stop using the term completely. Before I do, however, gotta mention that Rain had two of his students interview me recently as a "pick-up artist" - which I never was. Her: What's the difference? Me: A pickup artist is talented at the pickup. A specialist if you will. I'm only ok at it. But I'm good at people. And I choose to concentrate on women. Hence, womanizer. As an aside, both interviewers told me that they expected someone completely different. I like to keep people on their toes. In other news, PCD and I chatted online recently. She too said it's ok for me to write of her again. Me: So what's new on the dating front? Her: I went out with three boys and have seven more. I can't handle any more traffic. A friend and I want to start a blog on dating - now that you're boring. I just need a fake name. Me: Hey! (pause) What about PCD? Her: That's a dumb name. Went home to find a jar for the dragonfly cause I didn't want it to die in the cold. When I got back it was gone. Things're always made of sterner stuff than you expect, yeah? YASYCTAI: Write a nice email to someone for no particular reason (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, October 17, 2008 | |
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Being a Ham/Being Your Best Self Location: at the rents Mood: productive Music: What I am is what I am, are you what you are or what? Me: You agree with what thing I said? Him: That there's no such thing as a line. It's true. I was saying the stupidest things to this one girl the other day, and she loved every word. Heartgirl asked me recently if I watched The Pickup Artist, implying that that's where I learned to be the boy I am. But we both know that I made a fool of myself long before that show came out. Tina Fey's all over the place these days causea Sarah Palin but she cut her teeth in improv. In the vid, she takes one idea and ends on a completely different point entirely. It's fascinating cause you can see how her mind snaps associations together. Rain's like that too in real life (don't send him an email). It's called a Monologue in improv. It's a crucial life skill to be mentally quick on your feet. Have to say that improv was a one of two major components of being good out and about; the other was a line from Brian Tracy and quoted in The Game: Don't be yourself, be your best self. Contrary to what most people think, the key to connecting with people isn't to be fake, but very much the opposite: to be as really you as possible - assuming, of course, that the real you's not a douchebag. Cause you never stumble for words with your friends - you just say what you think. The guys that screw up out and about are the guys that hide who and what they really are: Her: Well, I have a terrier. Him: Oh you have a dog. I love dogs. When did you get him? How big is he? How old is he? What do you feed him? Did you always have a dog? What colour is he? Where do you walk him? Um. What do feed him? Oh, I asked that? Painful right? It was a real conversation. So was this one immediately afterward: Me: Hi, I'm sorry, couldn't help but overhear that you have a dog. I love dogs. Her: (bored) Really? Me: Especially with a twist of lemon and some salt and pepper. Then I like to finish off with a whole wheat donut. (noticing her face) What? Whole wheat donuts are great. Y'know what else's great? Rum... In a related note, Heartgirl's sister thinks I'm gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Heartgirl says it's cause I talk so much with my hands, use words like "lovely," don't play sports and am unabashedly nerdy. But it's who I am. It's a suckers game to pretend to be someone you're not. Y'can never keep it up. If you watch the vid, here's the thing - everything she's saying is true. It's that honesty that makes it so entertaining, funny and compelling. ---------- The Game is recommended reading:
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008 | |
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Three barns with white horses & sliding doors Location: 19:45 yest, leaving office Mood: terrible Music: we got to do something about where we`re going  Barn's burnt down -- now I can see the moon. Worked this past weekend. Did manage to see Heartgirl for a bit - she said that I could mention her in this blog so long as it wasn't anything terribly personal. So she's back. On a related note, s'funny but about ten people unsubscribed since I stopped being single. Heartgirl and I did have an interesting discussion about how Life works out. Year ago today I was queuing in Great Britain wondering what to do about losing all my scratch. She was doing some heavy thinking in Times Square. She mentioned she loved Sliding Doors and In-a-Silver-Bag told me a story about a white horse. While I don't think that everything happens for a reason, I do think that whatever happens in our lives sculpt us to be who we're meant to be. Having said that, had a terrible, terrible day. Said it before, out little lives are all just three things - health, wealth and relationships. It's like our three barns. And onea my barns are always burning. It's hard thinking that there's some good that's gonna come outta this latest fire. Then again, realized this past weekend that, if my last major relationship didn't supernova, never woulda started this blog, had the cool parts of the past 24 months, or met any of the people that matter so much to me now. Also, never woulda met Heartgirl. She alone's worth the price of admission. Well, her and the rum. Mostly her. So...hoping that this latest fire is just my way to see Selene again and an excuse to drink some red, red rum. YASYCTAI: Tell someone, Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. (3 Secs/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, October 10, 2008 | |
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Forests and Trees Location: 18:03 yest, dinner with the fam Mood: confused Music: every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints  Me: I can't. (pause) Why do you defend them, anyway? And not even get paid for it? They're criminals. Him: (shaking head) They've paid their dues. They deserve someone that believes they can be better. God puts them in front of me. How can I not help them? We've all made terrible mistakes, haven't we? They just got caught. They shouldn't spend their lives paying for their mistakes, should they? Me: (thinking) We all deserve someone that thinks we can be better. Look, I'm not a litigator. But tell me how I can help. S'funny.
Either way, all I see're these damn trees. YASYCTAI: Use the word kismet at least three times today. (30 secs/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: dialogue, discussion Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008 | |
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This time Location: wide-awake in my pad Mood: nostalgic Music: I wish I knew the time that I've taken I pray is not wasted  Saw Gio tonight off Times Square. It was a networking thingy and they had some good rum. Probably not a good idea since I went fencing afterward. The weird thing is that it was across the street from my old pad. Hadn't been there in a while. Ayn Rand wrote of NYC in The Fountainhead: I would give the greatest sunset in the world for one sight of New York's skyline....When I see the city from my window - no, I don't feel how small I am - but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body. Y'know when you love someone, you'd end anyone that'd do them harm? It's like that.Wish I could put it in my pocket and pull it out to show you Nino's where I had the best Penne with Vodka Sauce, or the Algonquin Hotel where I'd wish I had dough or the chops to sit at the Vicious Circle, or my corner on 46th and 6th Avenue, where I'd sneak a cigarette at 3AM when I couldn't sleep and wait for the sun to come up. Or my office at 1500 Broadway where I'd look out and see TRL being recorded with those freakin kids screaming. OK, that I got a picture of. Feel so damn nostalgic. Wanted to talk to Heartgirl about it but she was busy. S'ok, I'm hoping we have plenty of time to talk about these kinda things. Speaking of Heartgirl, she doesn't wanna show up here. So I won't write of her anymore. Maybe she'll change her mind but don't think so. Cause she thinks that this is a blog about me being a womanizer - but that's just the marketing message. Me: It's not. (pause) The truth is, it's the story of a boy like me looking for a girlie like you. (thinking) And hoping, I mean really, really hoping, that this time, it'll be different. YASYCTAI: Post a picture of your neighborhood for me (5 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Friday, October 03, 2008 | |
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First of the Month Location: a beige sofa Mood: awake Music: can't think of the right words to say  Secretary: It's that bitch Janet from Bill's office on the phone. Man, I can't... Me: (interrupting) Please tell me she's on hold! Her: I'm not you, Logan... Me: Hey, what...? Her: (turning back to phone, singsongy) Helloooo Janet, Logan's right here. Please wait? (turning to me, flatly) Bitch, line one. The first of the month is always...stressful. I have to write five-figures worth of checks every first of the month:
Got home close to ten that night and a redhead I was seeing stopped by to drop off something so I invited her in for some rum. Her: I'm just killing time with him. He tells me things like he misses me and I just don't wanna hear it. At least the extra-curricular activities're interesting. Most of the time. Me: And the other times? Her: I fake it. Me: Jeez. Her: I've got things to do! (pause) Y'know, he doesn't even drink. I mean he lets me drink but... Me: Man, that's like giving yourself a roofie. Her: (laughs) I suppose it is. So...tell me about Heartgirl. Me: (grins) Speaking of Heartgirl, saw her on Thursday. Her: I think I'm afraid of being in a relationship. Me: Yeah. I know what you mean. Her: I hate your taste in music. (pause) But I like you. Me: (shrugging) Works for me. YASYCTAI: Clean the bathroom; you know it needs it. (30 mins / 1pt) Labels: dialogue Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Wednesday, October 01, 2008 | |
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Hoops Location: 19:23 yest, Riverside Park doing taiji and not picking up a blonde Mood: grateful Music: on the faces of people going by I see friends  Saw my parents the other day and my mom was still outta sorts. So she picked herself up a hula-hoop. Said that she hadn't used one in like 40 years. But she's proud cause she can do it like 200 times. Gotta say, I was impressed. As I write this, she's singing What A Wonderful World in the other room. I smile cause she's getting better and shut off the TV to listen. ---------- Read all the comments from my last post and Sarcasticserum said that I have my own little internet cheering section. That made me laugh. S'fair trade: I give the you spectacle of my ridiculous life and you sit and read. A comment or two couldn't hurt. Still, what's more boring than a non-womanizing, womanizer? But, hope you stick around anyway. Cause it's always the supporting cast that really makes the show worth Hazel: Good luck, Logan. I'm hoping that whatever you have with Heartgirl is...exactly what you want it to be. (pause) You should put away my toothbrush. You need to make room for hers. Blue: I wish you were my person...mostly because I want to meet him already. But if you're not my person, maybe you're my people. It's hard finding good people. You can never have enough good people. And it's worth going through all the hoops to find them. Thanks for reading and being on my side. YASYCTAI: Speaking of supporting cast, remember my buddy that told me about the tasteful nude photos - well he's a designer by trade, read his design blog at www.rickywong.com. (1 min/0.5 pts) Labels: dialogue, discussion, family, writing Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, September 29, 2008 | |
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Accepting it Location: 20:30 yest, walking home alone Mood: thoughtful Music: People stop and stare. They don't bother me  Grey: I'm back in town next month. Do you miss me yet? Me: Of course. But about that... ---- Me: I wanted to tell you that I had that talk with the other girl and we decided to give it a try. Blue: OK, thanks for letting me know. (pause) I'm surprisingly OK. Me: I knew you would be. ---- Me: So I'm not going to be seeing anyone else, right? Green: (irritated) Why do you always put it like that: "I'm not going to be seeing anyone else." You're fine if I see other people? Me: (laughing) OK, you're right. We're not going to be seeing anyone else, right? We're actually dating each other and no one else. Her: (pause) Yes. We're not going to be seeing anyone else. Me: OK, Heartgirl. I can do that. Her: You've finally accepted that I'm your SING, huh? Me: (nodding) Yes. ---- Me: I can't do you that favour, brother. Him: Fine, be an idiot. By the way, stop calling me the Devil. Me: Ah, you found the blog. Sorry about that. But you know why we call you that. YASYCTAI: Read about Stanislav Petrov and thank him for doing the difficult but right thing. It's hard doing the difficult but right thing. (3 mins/1 pt) Labels: choices, dialogue, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Grow up already Location: 6:00, awake at my desk, looking at phone Mood: thoughtful Music: it’s turning me to the count of girl who’d rather be alone.  The Devil always seems to come at just the right time with a wink and smile, doesn't he? Him: (sitting) Logan, I need a favour. (hands me an envelope) Me: I hate it when people open with that. Especially you. (opens envelope) Oh this can't be good... ----------Finally saw WALL-E last night. So cute. Her: I wish we could just keep doing what we do. Me: (thinking) You know how most guys wanna keep being a kid? I'm tired of being a kid, I wanna grow up already. I think maybe it's time I grew up already. Her: I like you though... Me: (shaking head) That's only cause I only show you the sides I want you to see. My life is needlessly complicated. I'm hoping to simplify things shortly.< | |
