Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck,
Some nights I call it a draw.
Some nights I wish my lips could build a castle,
Some nights I wish they'd just fall off.
Today had some redeeming features. I got to play soccer. Even when I loose I just love the thrill of it. My cooking got complimented today. I still don't know what to call it, I'm sure it has a name somewhere. It was a bread base cover'd in kumara(I don't care if I spealt it wrong) or potato. Or maybe a mixture of the two. The you cover that in a mixture of egg, melted butter, whatever seasonings you want, and bacon bits. Add cheese if desired. I was just hungry but it turned out really well. And I got a good laugh out of league game where my Dominion score was 1337. Leet in other words. That garnered a chuckle.
I look at the two paragraphs and they're the same length but I did explain the good things in more detail.
I miss talking to you Rachel. I know I often said things that you didn't like or tried to talk about stuff you didn't care about but you always seemed to make an effort. Plus I don't have many people to actually talk to that I trust these days.
Not as heartfelt as I would have like but being a romantic only means you appreciate this kind of thing, not are good at it. I mean the heartfelt thing not that I'm trying to be romantic. We can now add that to the list of bad things, undue slips of the tongue resulting in an unintended result. I need to sleep now. Goodnight.
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