In other words,
It’s like finally getting to the gym and exercising,
And feeling great about yourself
Until you struggle to push the door open again.
And you’re too busy to go again the rest of the week.
In other words,
It’s like being at a classy restaurant,
Being offered none but the highest culture in a rented tux,
And having what you want to drink read to you.
May I recommend the ’84 regrets?
’84 was a great year for regrets.
In other words,
It’s like your computer not working all of a sudden,
As it gives you an indecipherable error message,
But wants to convey it was probably something you said.
This action cannot be undone.
In other words,
It’s like writing a poem backwards,
Where you have a great idea of where you want to go,
But you have no idea how to start.
I loved thee once, but your friend is really cute.
In other words,
It’s like the alarm going off
Just an hour after you finally fell asleep,
And you want to get more sleep,
But you suppose you should probably be awake.
For some reason.
In other words,
I read my poem about the girl I never thought I’d see again
And didn’t think to look at her in the crowd.
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Thought I’d write up a nice, happy little poem for you guys to say sorry about the unexpected and unannounced mini-hiatus. It’s a long story involving many phone calls with Dell, untimely purchases, and broken hearts, but it seems that my technical difficulties are finally resolved in that my Studio 15 laptop finally turns on again. Not that I can recommend that anybody buy a Dell. They have the shittiest technical support and customer service I’ve ever dealt with, and it took a solid month to get this issue resolved, and from what I hear, many other Dell consumers have the same problem. Next business day repair, my ass.
Attempts to update more frequently begin anew.
