It's 2:37 am, and I'm into my 4th episode of Netflix's Uncoupled. At least 98% of all my readers are fast asleep, but I just saw some fantastic news that had to be blogged and will be further addressed after I get my quality eight-to-ten.
BACK TOGETHER FOR THE KIDS?????
SUCK IT, SKIBA!
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It's legit 2:42 in the morning (EST), and I gotta see what happens between Michael and Stanley in Chapter 4, then try my best to fall asleep before 6 am (I wish that were a joke, and no, that's not an Office reference. Those are characters on Uncoupled), but talk about some awesome, not-super official news to kick off the month.
Even if this isn't truly it, it's fucking inevitable. I've written multiple blogs about the need for Blink 182 to reunite with its premium lineup of Tom, Mark, and Travis, including a great piece on nine other bands that need to bury the hatchet and tour again before the planet becomes uninhabitable/they die. S/o NME for being a British publication and having this story read to go in the middle of the night for the boi to write a quicky about a band that shaped me into the anxious man child who blogs before you. I can't wait to drop a G note on reunion tour tickets.