My last post was really crap, so there is no need to tell me the aforementioned. But really, it was just a random splurge on my personality, but I would expect you to know me better than that.

Onto more important things.. Well, really I wouldn't consider this important, I would just like you all know.

So this blog goes out to you.

I have to comend you on your progress. You lasted much longer than all the others. At first there was that nostalgic feeling. You know, when you start something new you get all excited and riled up. It had been a while since I actually 'liked' someone. I even made all my close friends play the 'game'. You know, the one girls play when they have their friends guess. Of course, you would know nothing about this because after one guesses correctly we never speak of it again.

I was pretty content with myself in that little happy bubble place until the voice of reason broke through. A good friend of mine stated how when they thought about you all they could see was this one guy we all used to know. In this instance we'll call him 'Max'. Personally, I don't know a Max, so yeah, you get the point.

Max was one of those kids we all went to school with at one point. He was supposedly 'good-looking', good at that one specific sport that he played, and I guess that was all that was there to the boy. I didn't even remember Max exsisted until my friend brought him up. I never saw Max as a good looking, or handsome guy, but I guess I didn't remember him because he didn't stand out. He wasn't that kid everbody flocked over, and adored. Sure there may have been few, but he just didn't make a difference. He didn't stand out.

I was scolded over you. The same friend told me that you were just 'one of them' and I had to forget the fact that you were 'cute' because underneath it all, there was nothing left of you. So I guess I should listen to him. He is a very wise fellow.

Ever since he said you were a 'max', I couldn't help but think about that statement. And then I just went through that little immature stage where I pick you to pieces and find something wrong with you and stress upon it until I just dont care that you exsist anymore. I know, very immature.

So what was I able to notice about you?

You're kind of a slob. You have a dazed look all the time that makes me think of a stoner. You must really like red for some reason. And I get that feeling that you're not every intelligent. There are many more things, but I'll stop there so I can keep it vague, and I don't go on a rant.

Well, I have stuff to do and places to go.

The Friday Night Boys - I'm Sorry I Stole Yo Gurl