It NEVER fails
I CANNOT drink soda without spilling any on myself. Ever.
Things are weird and different and differently weird. Nobody here understands cherry coke or drunken Megadeth concerts or suits or bad movies or poker until six AM and I miss everyone horribly. That said, Blake and I are getting on like a house on fire (scary similar) and the circle of friends here is awesome and I have a job (jesus I work 50 hours and six days this week) a five mile bike ride away and it looks like all my bills are going to get paid and I can be (and am) touchy feely with these people like I never was with everyone back home. Third Eye Blind and cigars and Johnny Cash and lounging in bathrobes. Everyone I want to see again, I will. Christian wants to buy a lemonade tent and go into business. Fuck yeah.
Oh, and Electric Six. But NOBODY understands Electric Six. Except for Bill, and he never... well, rarely dances. The Windmill. Mickey Mouse impressions.
Amy, shut up. You don't count until we hang out.
Speaking of which, though... E6 concert. ON FUCKING HALLOWEEN. HOW FUCKING PERFECT IS THIS OH MY GOD I think I'm more excited for this than I EVER have been for a concert... and you have no idea how much that's saying. None. IT'S TWO AND A HALF MONTHS AWAY AND I'M FLIPPING OUT. Gotta get that out of the way now though because it's suits all the way!
So in conclusion, I'm here, I'm awesome, I'm up too late. Listen to this.
Things are weird and different and differently weird. Nobody here understands cherry coke or drunken Megadeth concerts or suits or bad movies or poker until six AM and I miss everyone horribly. That said, Blake and I are getting on like a house on fire (scary similar) and the circle of friends here is awesome and I have a job (jesus I work 50 hours and six days this week) a five mile bike ride away and it looks like all my bills are going to get paid and I can be (and am) touchy feely with these people like I never was with everyone back home. Third Eye Blind and cigars and Johnny Cash and lounging in bathrobes. Everyone I want to see again, I will. Christian wants to buy a lemonade tent and go into business. Fuck yeah.
Oh, and Electric Six. But NOBODY understands Electric Six. Except for Bill, and he never... well, rarely dances. The Windmill. Mickey Mouse impressions.
Amy, shut up. You don't count until we hang out.
Speaking of which, though... E6 concert. ON FUCKING HALLOWEEN. HOW FUCKING PERFECT IS THIS OH MY GOD I think I'm more excited for this than I EVER have been for a concert... and you have no idea how much that's saying. None. IT'S TWO AND A HALF MONTHS AWAY AND I'M FLIPPING OUT. Gotta get that out of the way now though because it's suits all the way!
So in conclusion, I'm here, I'm awesome, I'm up too late. Listen to this.