let it be

a long time ago i was dating a pretty girl who one day said “omg you are never satisfied”.

at the time i just thought she was pouting but ive never forgotten that complaint

or how cute she looked when she said it.

cuz inside i was all, i love you so much i wish you knew.

one of my favorite bands, the replacements, has a song called “unsatisfied” that is so heartbreakingly stark its amazing.

“look me in the eye and tell me that you’re satisfied,” westerberg sings/whines which you think will be the part of the song that gets you

but its all a slow wind up for the achingly painful chorus.

there are moments where i am satisfied, dont get me wrong.

i love LA. i love hollywood. i love where i live. i love my friends.

i like the shirt im wearing. i like the robe im in.

i like it so much i slept in it last night.

i like my odds for the future.

i like my car – which in LA is everything.

and i like this girl who is about to send me some bikini pictures.

and of course i love the busblog. and its readers.


but am i satisfied?

as a cubs fan first and foremost,

to quote whitney: hell to the no.

and maybe thats the root of all my problems.