Too Much Perfection Is A Mistake

Listening to live shows from The Buzzcocks all night. Whoops.

Can someone come punch me in the mouth so I don’t spend the rest of my night organising my iTunes library? Please?

I actually have a full weekend off. Good thing I have nothing to do during it.

Sometimes sleep is the only thing I want but it’s unattainable.

I’m pretty sure my only hobby these days is cooking breakfast foods, drinking, and listening to Walter Mitty.

I feel weird starting conversations with people on here. Or anywhere, for that matter.

Every day this week, middle-aged tourist women have hit on me at work. I’m not really sure what to say or do, so I end up just going into the kitchen until they leave.

A few awkward cute girls have stared at me for lengthy periods of time while they’re eating, as well. Again, I’m not really sure what to say or do, so I end up just going into the kitchen until they leave.

So moving out might get pushed up to the middle of April instead of the beginning of May. This is a very good thing.