Fair Enough

I’m going to be perfectly honest and straight-the-point-like with you for approximately two, maybe three, sentences. Not that I usually lie to you, because that would be mean — I just generally jump around a blunt point (it seems contradictory, I know) with fancy language and all sorts of flowery metaphors until I’m really just relating stories about things the way they occurred to me. The actual occurrences of the events you’ve been reading about for the last few weeks/months/years may have never actually occurred in such a way as you’re familiar. It’s a problem, really, with trusting a story as told from any one source; something that history majors, of any variety really, would love for you to engage in a conversation with them about. Do it sometimes. You’ll feel the need to jump into a pool of needles and sharp-pointy-things within secondsminutes.

Before I get to the perfectly honest aspect of this entry, I would just like to point out that the definition for the word “inebriated” is per chance the funniest thing I’ve ever seen from a dictionary.

So, anyway, yeah — about that honest thing. All I really wanted to say that things are really pretty boring lately. I’m getting into some kind of routine, and that makes me a sad panda.

Actually, while things have been slightly “boring” lately, the last paragraph is a great, great exaggeration of what was already probably a big lie. So, yeah, if I had Two Points For Honesty, I’d still be at zero. Zero points that is. As in zero points overall. Yeah, I know, I know — I’m a monster.

My friends and I played another one of them fancy games of football tonight, though we lacked some of the ubertacular teammates from last week. We got — what’s the word? Oh yes, crushed. We got crushed. Like a bug would be by steel-toe boots worn by a giant of a man.

Yeah, that’s pretty much all I’ve got right now. Of the list of important things that needs doing right now, making a more interesting and compelling update falls a distant second in comparison to the joys of cuddling up under my toasty electric blanket with some Iron & Wine in the background.

  • As a quick addendum of a musical orientation to this post, I would just like to say that I just found out about an amazing little collaboration between Iron & Wine and Calexico. It's like the new information about this EP jumped into my brain from out of nowhere and just began sex'ing my brain up like it owned the place.

    This kind of random sex'ing I am most definitely okay with.

    Not that there's a whole lot I'm really not okay with, but this is just one of those things that gets my specific permission for that kind of activity.
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