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Random Bits
  • Fuck, the weather was amazing today!  It was just shy of 60 degrees and sunny.  Took advantage of it with a drive up to New Hampshire for some shopping.  Windows down and the radio up!

  • I was in a better mood today than I’ve been in a while.  The world just felt much smaller, and the three-day weekend allowed me to really enjoy a Sunday for once.  I can worry about the real world tomorrow night.

  • The show on Saturday night was a blast.  Frank Turner has become a bona fide showman, the Bouncing Souls were fun and played some of the stronger cuts from their latest record along with the older stuff, the Arkells were a great live act with that “it” factor thing, and Will Varley was engaging (a must for a one-man solo act opening an arena gig).

  • My 63 year-old father also enjoyed the show immensely.  When Frank Turner was on-stage he couldn’t believe he was playing an arena.  “Wait, he really doesn’t have like, a big hit on the radio or anything?”  It was pretty adorable.

  • The best friend came down to visit for the first time since he moved to Maine.  So we exchanged Christmas gifts, and…  I’m apparently going to be the best man at his wedding.  So now I need to figure out what the fuck that entails, and I need to start thinking of embarrassing things to say during that speech.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.