RANDOM: The Truth About Post-Dating My Blog

That truth being that I do it, I write this crazy late and then change the date so it appears to have been written 'on time'. This particular post you're reading right now was in fact written today before the time I want it to go live, but the one for Monday, April 7? I'm writing it after I schedule this one. I don't even care. It's how I'm running things over here. Now you know.

That said, Bad Bunny did a great job at his Tiny Desk performance and I just want to make sure you all saw it.

But also, here's my favorite video from this latest album:

I love this song because, well, it's beautiful and melancholy, but also, it reminded me of this poem I wrote once:

How do you not run out of new things to say?  

I fell in love with someone who was on vacation 

He was observing fake routines— Breakfast-gym-coffee-tours 

That I’d mistaken for his true self. 

He’d sit at the bar reading classic Poe 

And presidential biographies, and I 

Confused posing with intellect 

He sipped red wine quietly 

Ate steak neatly 

Smiled at toddlers in the hotel lobby; bent 

To pet dogs on his afternoon walks 

And I took his actions for truth, when really, 

He was playing a part. 

He was playing at: Leisure Man TM 

Who: doesn’t check his bank account before splurging 

Is meticulously coiffed + dressed on a Tuesday 

Appreciates the finer things 

Likes himself 

I fell in love with someone who was hiding from another life. 

He pretended to listen and care and know 

What it meant to love and be loved 

He began sentences with, “Perhaps a better way 

To look at it…” to mask half-cooked theories and advocacies 

For a devil that never asked for his help 

He retired every night at 10pm, ‘to catch the evening news’ 

And never asked for too much— 

I confused him with a proper gentleman 

From another era 

But, in fact, I fell in love with a man who’d 

Taken a break from reality 

And here we sit. 

Not knowing what’s true. 

Except—this is the bed that we made, 

And we lie in it every night.

You're welcome.

Love & Balls,
Jaded
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en mi vida fuistes turista
tú solo vistes lo mejor de mí
y no lo que yo sufría
te fuiste sin saber el porqué