Thursday, November 20, 2014

From the start of it all to the end of the line


So, I wrote one more story
I just don’t know how it ends
About all the boys you’re seeing
The ones that you
That you call your friends.

                      -Night Terrors of 1927

I ran three miles, walked another mile, and then swam ten laps only to find out my stupid Fitbit battery was dead and none of it counted!!! I mean sure, you could say I still was active so what does it matter, but you would then just be revealing yourself as an ignoramus! None of it matters unless I'm beating sandy! 

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