I haven’t listened to Iris in years. I picked up a some kids hitching across Maine from the end of the rail in Jackman to Cherryfield once. I was listening to this song, and the girl riding in front with me turned it up. This made me happy. So much changes, but some things never do.

What a night. You can probably tell from the random posts that make little sense due to lack of context and use of completely wrong words. I don’t even remember where the last one came from, I’m still piecing bits together. I bet it was because M said something like that once, about how she dated me for who I could be. I have no idea why I would have said that. I woke up with this typed out in an unpublished post:

A fifth of Jack with J to finish off the night with falafel and tales of adventure;.

A lot was said, and I’m glad we could be there for each other.

So, obviously, not drinking was a failure. Talked last night about how it always seemed stupid when jocks punched walls when their girlfriends upset them in high school. But then, you know, the emotions totally give you all this shit inside of you, I can’t find the words for it, but you want to hit something. And yup, it’s stupid. Learning is hard. Or as I said on Okcupid (holy shit, remember okcupid? That was soooo long ago), “growing up is hard. hrmf.”

C at the market asked how my day was, to which I responded “That’s sort of a loaded question.” How do you say, “my girlfriend dumped me and it totally wrecked me.” Oh, yeah, just like that.

Work beckons.