Oh god, it's so offensive.
I think that I have an attachment complex. I do not think that I will ever be truly attached to anyone or anything.
I want to do something awesome, something epic. I am applying to go to Africa with a Pulitzer Prize winner of the New York Times. We will see where that takes me, or doesn't take me, rather. I gave them the link to this journal so maybe I should start to write more interesting things, and to make sure that I punctuate things, maybe whip out the thesaurus? Or maybe not. I wonder if writing like myself is enough. Maybe I should start commissioning people to read this so that they can leave comments telling me how fascinating I am and how much they enjoy my fresh perspective on life. And don't worry, I'm not hinting at anything.
Lies, lies, lies.
I am afraid to let go, but I don't want to hold on. I know this but don't know how to execute it.
I am happy with things. I am unhappy with things. C'est la vie. I think that tomorrow I will go to the YMCA and work through some of these things. I do need to take a shower. Perhaps tonight I will cheat and take a bath to shave my legs so the others at the Y cannot see my hairy legs.
Where is my cell phone?
Only fourteen minutes until Family Guy.
I want to do something awesome, something epic. I am applying to go to Africa with a Pulitzer Prize winner of the New York Times. We will see where that takes me, or doesn't take me, rather. I gave them the link to this journal so maybe I should start to write more interesting things, and to make sure that I punctuate things, maybe whip out the thesaurus? Or maybe not. I wonder if writing like myself is enough. Maybe I should start commissioning people to read this so that they can leave comments telling me how fascinating I am and how much they enjoy my fresh perspective on life. And don't worry, I'm not hinting at anything.
Lies, lies, lies.
I am afraid to let go, but I don't want to hold on. I know this but don't know how to execute it.
I am happy with things. I am unhappy with things. C'est la vie. I think that tomorrow I will go to the YMCA and work through some of these things. I do need to take a shower. Perhaps tonight I will cheat and take a bath to shave my legs so the others at the Y cannot see my hairy legs.
Where is my cell phone?
Only fourteen minutes until Family Guy.