So....

I'm not sure if the heat is getting to me or if it's really what I think it is.

Hi there. It's a Saturday.
In September.
That's a cool name.
I'm going to name the kids I'm not having September.
They'll thank me.
Jackpot.
I hate that commercial.
Hate hate hate.
There's a party going on later on tonight.
Everyone's invited plus you, you know you know, you can't stop me
I'm partial to lips and your eyes
They compliment the skies
Oh and those lies

Mm. But I won't let it bother me.
It's not a big deal. There's no choice to be made.
Consciously at least. But that's okay. You won't even realize it.
You never do.
And God.
You obviously can't hear what you're saying.
You can dish it out, but you've never been able to take it.
Everyone realizes it except for you.
But we all get used to it.
It's the "it comes with being her friend" law.
I just made that up.
It's when someone you're friends with does something ridiculous on a constant basis, but is unaware of it and can't change, because that's who they are. Deal with it.
That's gonna be published in a psychology book one day.
Hold me to it.
But I'd rather hold your hand.
Not really.
Maybe.