Today is probably the most lackluster day of this summer (so far). I can't break out the trumpet and amuse myself with music because Tato's on nights. I can't up an leave the house because I'm meant to be entertaining my Josef today. This is made quite impossible by the plethora of electronics in which he finds amusement. Perhaps I ought to just unplug his computer, disconnect his video games, and smash an hole through the television. Perhaps not.
"What have we got to do with this?" you ask me, Facebook friends. In my great state of boredom, I visited the profile page of ever single one of my Facebook friends. I did not post on anybody's walls, I did not send any "Face-mail," and I didn't poke anybody. What I did do was stop. I took a moment to look at everybody's status (if they had one). I checked out the profile picture. Then, I spoke to you. Each of you. Everybody got a few words thrown in their direction. Sometimes it was how I feel about you. Other times it was less interesting because I don't know some of you very well. For example, while to Frank I said: "It's going to be so fun living with you come September," all Ronnie got was: "Your white sunglasses are whore-like."
I think some of you would be surprised by what you might have heard from me had you been listening in. There were more platonic "I love you" 's said than I had realized were inside me. This sort of made me realize that I don't really despise as many people as I think I do sometimes. Several times I couldn't think of anything but "I wish you were here." Why must you be so far away from me?
And then I came to that one "friend." This letter is not to her. I came to that one friend to whom all I could say was this: "That's it. Good-bye." I wonder if she'll notice we're not friends. Do I care? More than I'd like to care, admittedly.
And then I came to that one "friend." This letter is not to her. I came to that one friend to whom all I could say was this: "That's it. Good-bye." I wonder if she'll notice we're not friends. Do I care? More than I'd like to care, admittedly.
Facebook friends, I mostly love you. I mostly wish you were here because this Sunday tedium is just a little too much for me to handle.
You can tell I'm bored. This is a long-ass letter. Time to get me a life!
*poke*,
*poke*,
Peat
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So, what did you say to me then?
I have things to say to you, that I reckon I will never say.
That's said, what did you say to me?
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