Routine...

The importance of calls was merely our way,
Of saying the things that ourselves wouldn't say.
A plan unannounced, every time was the same.
The drives and the days, they pass and decay.
A house at the end of a cul-de-sac... yours and forever.
I fell asleep in that place... a place that I claimed as my own,
That's where I rested my head, even though it wasn't called "home"...
I remember the comfort it brought... and the sound of the TV... and the embrace at the door.
Was it each other we fought? Or our own private wars?
Your infatuation was cute... in a sense I can't explain...
Day after day, one after the other. A mindless routine, a careless chapter in life.
I'll put it in the back of my mind, so deep and forget about every instance.
Just know that my eyes weren't shut, and your tears didn't go unnoticed.

7 days...

I'm neglectful to this blog...

I'm sorry blog, I really do care. I love you blog. You're the best. Without you I would not have a blog, and my life would be pretty much the same... see? You ARE important.

Love,

Blake

c'mon...

I am so sick of school. I just want to be finished. All I do is homework and sleep. I might watch an episode or two of Seinfeld. I walk places too. Oh yeah, I shouldn't forget... I get to do the dishes tonight, so I guess that'll be a step outside of my normal routine. Fun.

You shouldn't pitty me... cause I'm still me, which is far more awesome than anything. EVER. C'mon... I am awesome. Ok, so that was cocky. I know.

p.s. - Moe's burritos are the best in Denver... or anywhere else in the world for that matter. I'm hungry...