Thursday, November 20, 2008
Twenty-Eight
Today I saw Candice Miller. I don't care what Sabrina says, it really
was her.
I was the one who was wearing glasses, and
I was the one who actually heard her voice, so I'm pretty sure you know who's the right one here (In case you haven't caught on yet, that person would be me).
I can't concentrate.
And I don't know what to say.
Okay, so that's not totally true. I never run out of things to say; I can always come up with something to talk about. The trouble is finding somehing
interesting to write. In which case, I got nothing. The only reason I'm actually writing this now is because Sabrina wants me to. Why I'm actually listening to her, I have no idea.
Hey.
That's right.
I don't
have to listen to her.
I'm older, I don't owe her anything, and more importantly, she didn't say please.
I think that last fact alone is argument enough.
So,
See ya.
Punk is dead but pop was never cool.
12:41 AM
