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.