This must be the place.
Having my own place has been an experience, to be sure. I like the peace. I like the quiet. I like having a few beers, shutting the blinds, and proceeding to dance around the house like a lunatic while singing along to songs of my choosing. I smile more and furrow my brow less these days. I love cooking quiet meals for myself and Morgan and am planning several different dishes. For companionship I am getting a cat; an old gentleman named Gorky. He drools a bit, but he loves me and his fur matches the color of my favorite chair, so that's alright.
Morgan threw a cake party at my house this past Saturday. In preparation for this event, she constructed a staggering amount of cakes...eight, if I remember correctly. When you consider the small army of cupcakes she baked as well you could very well come to the conclusion that she is mad. I remain in love with her, albeit a bit wary of future projects. Both the party and the cakes were a success, and here's a shout-out to whoever attended. I'm a dork like that.
On a down note, I am getting fucking sick of cake.
Since everything's okay in my personal life and my soul is full of bliss, I find myself becoming even more enraged whenever I look at what's going on in the world. Expect the next several entries in this journal to contain much rage and disgust. As a sampling, let me just say that whenever I look at any and every prospective presidential candidate out there I see a quivering pile of pigshit in the shape of a human being. Stay tuned.
Morgan threw a cake party at my house this past Saturday. In preparation for this event, she constructed a staggering amount of cakes...eight, if I remember correctly. When you consider the small army of cupcakes she baked as well you could very well come to the conclusion that she is mad. I remain in love with her, albeit a bit wary of future projects. Both the party and the cakes were a success, and here's a shout-out to whoever attended. I'm a dork like that.
On a down note, I am getting fucking sick of cake.
Since everything's okay in my personal life and my soul is full of bliss, I find myself becoming even more enraged whenever I look at what's going on in the world. Expect the next several entries in this journal to contain much rage and disgust. As a sampling, let me just say that whenever I look at any and every prospective presidential candidate out there I see a quivering pile of pigshit in the shape of a human being. Stay tuned.