Stolen from Amy
Reasons I'm still a child (or, "Twenty-five!? I can't be twenty-five! I still forget to put the iced tea back in the refrigerator, for chrissakes!")
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I still listen to my headphones and dance around in my underwear, Risky Business style.
I download and listen to an excessive amount of music.
I still get by with substantial help from my parents.
I have no idea where ANY of my money goes, ever.
I cruise myspace for hours at a time.
I lounge around in my bed until five p.m., watching Poker.
I just don't fucking feel old.
Wait a minute, maybe I am an old man.
I'm kind of having a bad day today, "bad day" being Christopher and Sam slang for depression being too much and overwhelming (as opposed to when things go wrong, which is just a fucking rotten awful day, or something else other than bad day). Which means a lot beating myself up and second-guessing myself (do I really want to do this job? do I really want to live with Kenari? what am I doing with my life? how are Kate and I going to rectify the car situation tomorrow? blah blah blah), which I really enjoy. I mean, I do it enough.
I'm going to the library.
THIS JUST IN So Kenari called right as I was about to hit Update Journal and I got the room. Forget everything.
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I still listen to my headphones and dance around in my underwear, Risky Business style.
I download and listen to an excessive amount of music.
I still get by with substantial help from my parents.
I have no idea where ANY of my money goes, ever.
I cruise myspace for hours at a time.
I lounge around in my bed until five p.m., watching Poker.
I just don't fucking feel old.
Wait a minute, maybe I am an old man.
I'm kind of having a bad day today, "bad day" being Christopher and Sam slang for depression being too much and overwhelming (as opposed to when things go wrong, which is just a fucking rotten awful day, or something else other than bad day). Which means a lot beating myself up and second-guessing myself (do I really want to do this job? do I really want to live with Kenari? what am I doing with my life? how are Kate and I going to rectify the car situation tomorrow? blah blah blah), which I really enjoy. I mean, I do it enough.
I'm going to the library.
THIS JUST IN So Kenari called right as I was about to hit Update Journal and I got the room. Forget everything.