Kasey and I just broke up. Well, it’s actually been a few months. Three months ago, to be exact. I guess you could say I’m still no over it. That’s the understatement of 2017 - I’m super not over it. I bought a record player recently. I’m not an audiophile or anything, but I do enjoy music more than the average bear and I believe that I’m part of an artifact-less generation - maybe the first generation to move on from collectible, physical copies of music, book, games, etc. as the whole world goes digital around us, toward “the cloud.” So I like artifacts. I like the physicality of this album, or that, because I think each captures a piece of my essence. I think each says something about me and each one I add to my collection says something new
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I scribble Frank Sinatra’s breakup album down on my notepad as I’m dragged from the palace of my memory back into the purgatory of reality. That’s a great album for my collection though. Totally worth it. Just as I return to Earth, Julie walks into the shop. Julie is best friend’s with Ashton and we’ve become friends by default. She’s beautiful in a real, unconventional sort of way. Pale, blonde, short, but intimidatingly muscular. She’s from Luxembourg. She speaks German, French, Russian, English and Luxembourgish. Yes, that’s a real language. Her accent is some sort of sexy amalgamation of all of the above. She sports a constant scowl. Extreme resting bitch face as some would say. I find her irresistible. Julie also went through a bad breakup recently. Her boyfriend from Luxembourg was pretty emotionally abusive. He also stole money from her to fund his gambling addiction and cheated on her with her “friends” back home more than a few times. Also, he’s thirty and she’s eighteen. But she’s still in love with him. Still completely attached. We exchange greetings, a brief hug, and I place a book over my lap to hide the erection I’d gotten whilst daydreaming.
The world has turned and left me
I scribble Frank Sinatra’s breakup album down on my notepad as I’m dragged from the palace of my memory back into the purgatory of reality. That’s a great album for my collection though. Totally worth it. Just as I return to Earth, Julie walks into the shop. Julie is best friend’s with Ashton and we’ve become friends by default. She’s beautiful in a real, unconventional sort of way. Pale, blonde, short, but intimidatingly muscular. She’s from Luxembourg. She speaks German, French, Russian, English and Luxembourgish. Yes, that’s a real language. Her accent is some sort of sexy amalgamation of all of the above. She sports a constant scowl. Extreme resting bitch face as some would say. I find her irresistible. Julie also went through a bad breakup recently. Her boyfriend from Luxembourg was pretty emotionally abusive. He also stole money from her to fund his gambling addiction and cheated on her with her “friends” back home more than a few times. Also, he’s thirty and she’s eighteen. But she’s still in love with him. Still completely attached. We exchange greetings, a brief hug, and I place a book over my lap to hide the erection I’d gotten whilst daydreaming.
The world has turned and left me