you know who you are

i love you, and i love like that, even.

how do you like those potatoes, eh?

i thought you might like them. and like this: i blog more for you than i do for you, or even you! i blog........"blog," gross.........for you, my friend that so much goes left unsaid for, because i think you will end yourself before anyone who loves you is ready, and do you care? nah, you don't and don't, and that in itself alone makes me miss you more before you've even gone.

i drink a guiness as i write this. if i had a good idea and a good other blog, i would review you, guiness, and tell you that........you are so disappointing and so consistent, it's hard to even dislike you or give you a good review. none are true about you, guiness. do i keep spelling you incorrectly? i hope so, oh i hope.

money can't buy you back the love you had then.