Jurekozuh

If ever I should leave her, it shouldn’t be tonight. This place is killing me. I walk in and order my latte, and there’s our favorite Indie Music on the speakers. Like, three or four of our favorite songs from when we first started dating. I’m not kidding. It’s like she’s controlling the music wherever I go. On the way over on the radio it was the same thing. No matter what I switched to, it was Luka Bloom, etc.

I need to find an Irish Pub or something where they’re playing songs from the 20th century or before. Something with bagpipes. She never liked those.