Things change, and that's the way it is.
Yes, Tupac. You are right. Also, you're not dead, you're hiding in a bunker in Michigan. I know you're there, I've seen your ass. Stop pretending your dead. It's lame.
So I talked to Luke last night. Yes. Luke. Now, I love Luke, I also hate him. I would beat the shit out of him if fighting each other isn't what we do for fun. He's my best friend. I know that. Joe's a great kid, an English pickpocket with a nice head on his shoulders and a dream of wealth, but Luke'll always be my own personal hitman and zombie destroying cohort, even if I do find text messages on a certain someone's cell phone regarding the quality of his bed versus mine. Water under the bridge. Luke's always going to be my best friend, obviously. Luke, you're off notice. So that's the first change.
Also, I guess Luke met a nice girl who's making him happy, meaning that I'm not the only one who's breaking rules and trying to find happiness in their life. I guess the team's not so fucking robotic anymore, are we? Last night we talked about the whole Katrina situation (Which I'm not sure is going on anymore, fyi) and he was cool with it. I got tied to a bed yesterday, not in a sexual way at all, it was lame. Kristos would've fuckin' loved that shit.
Here's another change: I don't know why my track record involves only skinny, short brunettes. I'm pretty sure that when I get the message from Katrina that we're no longer seeing each other, I'm switching right to blondes and redheads, only. Tanned ones, who are really fucking tall and like Ben Affleck movies. Here's a list of brunettes I will date in the future: Kristen Lapenta (obviously) Aubrey (ditto) The girl from requiem for a dream and that's it.
I'm done. I'm sick of it. I quit.
Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. Yee fucking haw.
Yeah, and like a baby horse being born, and taking his first breath of air while the other horses say things in horse-talk, I do want us to be together. But I'm a baby horse, and I smell like birth fluid. Stampede, love, stampede.
-Brian
So I talked to Luke last night. Yes. Luke. Now, I love Luke, I also hate him. I would beat the shit out of him if fighting each other isn't what we do for fun. He's my best friend. I know that. Joe's a great kid, an English pickpocket with a nice head on his shoulders and a dream of wealth, but Luke'll always be my own personal hitman and zombie destroying cohort, even if I do find text messages on a certain someone's cell phone regarding the quality of his bed versus mine. Water under the bridge. Luke's always going to be my best friend, obviously. Luke, you're off notice. So that's the first change.
Also, I guess Luke met a nice girl who's making him happy, meaning that I'm not the only one who's breaking rules and trying to find happiness in their life. I guess the team's not so fucking robotic anymore, are we? Last night we talked about the whole Katrina situation (Which I'm not sure is going on anymore, fyi) and he was cool with it. I got tied to a bed yesterday, not in a sexual way at all, it was lame. Kristos would've fuckin' loved that shit.
Here's another change: I don't know why my track record involves only skinny, short brunettes. I'm pretty sure that when I get the message from Katrina that we're no longer seeing each other, I'm switching right to blondes and redheads, only. Tanned ones, who are really fucking tall and like Ben Affleck movies. Here's a list of brunettes I will date in the future: Kristen Lapenta (obviously) Aubrey (ditto) The girl from requiem for a dream and that's it.
I'm done. I'm sick of it. I quit.
Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. Yee fucking haw.
Yeah, and like a baby horse being born, and taking his first breath of air while the other horses say things in horse-talk, I do want us to be together. But I'm a baby horse, and I smell like birth fluid. Stampede, love, stampede.
-Brian