Can I just say...
This man is fucking incredible?
I haven't cleaned my bathroom in two weeks. I'm sort of starting to get that negative dirt-vibe from it.
Shit, why do I post the most disorganized and random junk late at night? That's been a pattern lately. I suppose it's good in the chronicling of my thought processes, which is why I do this every day. I hope I don't laugh at myself in 5 years, although I probably will. I'll probably be reading this somewhere (I'm trying to imagine it now, acknowledging my imagined future setting upon this reading is probably different from what I'm imagining now and I'm sure it's going to be absolutely profound to me if I knew at this point where I'm going to be, or, if I'm reading this in my later years, am) and remembering how I wrote this exact line at 1:46 AM on a Friday morning, with the candles blazing and the hermit crab shuffling around in the corner and Mom scrubbing her teeth down the hall and my sphincter muscle screaming for me to pee already and time seeming like a chronic impairment in my life... I'll read this, well past 18, and have mixed feelings.