I wonder how many children all of my cousins will have combined before I am in a single serious relationship. Currently the count is at 2 born and 2 in the oven.
Every day feels worse and worse.
Even as I approach the arbitrary goals I’ve set for myself, it’s like every day I watch my life further unfold into the worst kind of nightmare. Completely routinized, reoccurring nightmare doldrums. You keep doing things, you can see progress happening, but you don’t feel any better. Everything is still just as shit as when I had nothing going on…because I still have nothing going on where it counts.
I feel like I’ve built a pane of glass between myself and the world. I hate it. I want to break everything.
I’m pretty sure we can consider the fact that I have never seen this movie a crime against the entire fucking universe. What I’m doing with myself not watching it, I do not understand. I regret it all the time.
I only saw it for the first time just now. You should see it though. It’s nice to be down a Wes Anderson film or two I think, because it’s just a Wes Anderson film to be enjoyed in the future.
Lots of people grow out of their shyness but I grew into mine.
Rick Santorum was in our state? We could have been throwing things at him this whole time?
- me: I am alone in the house
- me: which means I can do
- me: REBELLIOUS THINGS
- me: /uses bathroom with door open
- me: /sings at the top of lungs
- me: /eats jam straight out of the jar
- me: hahahahhahahahahaha