Saturday, October 22, 2016

Hey dryer, thanks for working so hard
And hey fusebox, thanks for being locked
You're both just doing your job
So I can't blame you for the fact that the dryer isn't working and that my clothes are all damp

It isn't your fault that I want to look nice tomorrow, that's on me
It isn't your fault that maybe I want to impress someone, or at least put my best foot forward
That I would like to appear to not be a mess
That I would appreciate greatly being able to sustain the illusion that yea, I am Kyle
I am an adult and capable of not making an ass out of myself

But, like, I do still blame you
And I am hopeful that one day I will live in a place where I can just change the dang fuse

Friday, October 14, 2016

Hey, what are you doing?
Want to talk about that book?
How 'bout that common interest? 
Are you cold? I'm cold.
These are the boring questions I would love to be 
able to ask you, and be able to talk with you about. 
Little dumb things that don't especially matter, 
but do in the larger scheme.