Silly days
in New York, it rains outside and we sit together on our computers and write
away. My best friend is photoshopping pomerians into a photo with me while I’m
sipping on a beer. I answer emails and think about laer tonight when I have a
date with some random person that I met on Tinder. I don’t know what to expect,
and at this point I see it all as an adventure. It all seem so dumb, I really
don’t think that I will meet someone on the internet and then spend the rest of
my life with them. But being me, I am of course willing to try, even if I most
of the time have a better time here in my best friends apartment watching her
photoshop while I work or not work. I enjoy my friends more than random people,
but then, I am supposed to have an open mind, so I do. Maybe I make a new
friend, or maybe it really is the person I will spend the rest of my life with…
maybe I should stop having so much doubt… or maybe not…
We are sining along with the Dixie Chicks and share a beer, and I guess I cannot complain about life much. Tomorrow I will wake up early catch up on my Blocker Seeking Jammer work, walk to the CrashPad (it's where Gotham practice) do my off-skate work-out and then attend Shock Exchange practice as one of their new managers.
We are sining along with the Dixie Chicks and share a beer, and I guess I cannot complain about life much. Tomorrow I will wake up early catch up on my Blocker Seeking Jammer work, walk to the CrashPad (it's where Gotham practice) do my off-skate work-out and then attend Shock Exchange practice as one of their new managers.