come on, future

I wish I were in the future already, months from now (no, weeks), looking back at this time and laughing at how pathetic I was. Like when Meg and I laugh about falling asleep clutching someone's beer bottle. (ha!) But for now I am in it, really in it. Rodney sent me this song awhile back and I told him I didn't like because it was too sad, but now I can't stop listening to it. I wish someone else would stop listening to it. I wish I could stop caring about what they're doing! I know I don't usually curse, little blog, but fuck.