Oh Seattle. I guess it is time I officially broke up with you. I still love you from afar. Yes our love has always been that of a Morrissey tune. Perfect. Unconsummated. Distant. Unacknowledged.

It has rained here for 2 weeks straight and I can not take it anymore. Sure it gives you your super cool post-grunge edge. People sit around and sip coffee with names the rest of us wouldn’t recognize. Somewhere in all that fair trade liquid sunshine must be some Paxil because otherwise I don’t see how you stay afloat. Each day I’ve starred into the steel gray sky here I’ve realized I could never pull this off full time. Throw a couple of Elliott Smith CDs into the mix and I’d be a goner.

I guess we’ll never know now will we.