Undone - The Sweater Song.

Looks like I am the only genius mind updating nowadays. Then again, I happen to be the only one with a severe case of insomnia. Anyway, it is in this aura of tranquility where thoughts form. I look back on my posts as a member of the Three Genius Minds and think to to myself: "A lot of personal thoughts have been put forth in this blog." My posts have transformed from a review of Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde to lyrical metaphors pertaining to my favourite artists and, for the most part, heartbreak. Indeed, it is true. Ted Mosby seems to have met Miss Robin Scherbatsky - but please don't mistake this for a story of How I Met Your Mother. After a mistaken outcry, a simple conversation is long overdue - months, in fact. It seems crazy, but it is a mistake I have to make. I always seem to wear my heart on my sleeve. I am, me be, goddamn, I am. If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away. Either way, at my ushering: it's your move Scherbatsky.