I'm getting ready to go to the middle-of-nowhere today with an old flame in order to see a new one. I fear the awkward conversation I'm about to have for an hour and a half. Who knows? Maybe it won't be awkward and I'm just being silly, but nevertheless, the fear is still in my head. I should be packing right now but this mood and music is bringing me down.
Mr. Hank Williams, you sure do know how to bring a gal into the bottom of the bucket.
The flowers I received from a lover that shouldn't be around are slowly dying. I'm not sure why this makes me sad but I can't help but think that when they die, she'll be gone too. I by no means love the girl. I save that word for special occasions that are usually induced by alcohol but she does mean a lot to me.
Ah, Mr. Old flame called. He's lost in downtown Lexington. Considering he's a country boy from a town that has a population of less than 2,000 I'm pretty sure he's screwed. Now is a perfect time for a shot of whiskey...
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