i don't really know why.
i think it may be because i was listening to one of my favorite bands.
the night didn't start like that.
so, i pulled an all-nighter last night writing poems and doing other assorted work. as you can imagine, i was very tired this afternoon. i slept for a few hours, woke up, went to stop & shop, came back, and went to sleep again.
its about 9 pm now.
call some friends, you know, try to get the party started...
nobody really wants to hang out with me.
i go to the union to meet some people, they left, i came back, and watched forgetting sarah marshall. (not a bad movie, not good either.)
got a sandwich, and ate it in the art building illegally with my good time buddy and roommate, justin.
we headed back, turned on the velvet underground, and at two fucking thirty in the morning, i open my first and only beer of the night.
as i sat in the living room, with the distorted guitars singing, watching justin fall asleep in his chair, i realized that the night was not a complete waste.
i just smiled and sipped on my pabst.
learn to find the simple pleasures in life, leefers.
'cause guess what? people aren't that great.
they love you one day, hate you the next, and forget about you the third.
its almost five in the morning, and im going to have a cigarette before bed.
be good leefers
if you love me, gimme a call
if you hate me, gimme a call
if you don't know me, you're lucky i guess
-Jizzy T
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