Dear Internet, I haven’t written in a long time because…well…life. I know I always say I’m “busier than ever” but it seems day by day I’m busier than the last. Keeping up isn’t impossible, it just requires a lot of time...
Your mind. It’s so placid. Straightforward. Barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. A rocket, tearing itself to pieces trapped on the launch pad. My mind isn’t quite like Sherlock’s but I feel like it’s tearing itself...
I wasn’t going to write nonsense tonight just because it’s kind of late, it’s Friday, and I have some stuff to work on but…can we just take a second, internet, to talk about the world…my world…exploding? Yesterday I was chatting...
This has little to do with toilet paper apart from the fact that for my entire life…I’ve hung the toilet paper so it comes from under the roll. Not over the top. How does that even make sense? (except for toilet paper wasters!) So I’ve lived in this...
Don’t you just hate that? No? Okay good because this entire post is going to be somewhat vague, on purpose (to protect the lives of the innocent). Just kidding. The only life I’m trying to protect at this moment is my own. But I’m still going to be...
