Entry #695 (or "Frame and Canvas")
Just traffic, and car problems, and missing your bike, and transplant friends, and knowing that you're getting dumber by the day, and strong independent women, and walks that you don't take, and new shoes, and total financial irresponsibility, and new nostalgia, and themed nights, and changing tastes, and things people say on their blogs, and youtube songs that ex's send you, and photos you took years ago, and did I say new shoes?, and books that you haven't read, and misread tweets, and being woken up at noon by your room mate blasting the Youth of America in the hallway, and food related regrets, and searching through old texts, and searching for old contexts, and disappointment in old friends, and I guess that's just what it's like when you still live with your parents, and it's more sort of like we're neighbors in an apartment building with our own studio apartments than like we are actually room mates, and legitimate discussions about pornography, and checkbooks, and This is Circumstantial Evidence, and heavy gauge guitar strings, and full sized keys, and kitten stickers, and real live kittens, and cute girls with real live kittens, and inappropriate text messages, and not going for it soon enough, and Internet creepery, and Reese's Pieces (peanut butter candy in a crunchy shell), and chili burgers, and where is your favorite restaurant?, and weirdos for life, and if I paid for dinner was it a date?, and PILFs, and oh god those glasses, and I knew this cat shouldn't have been upstairs god damn it.
