I’m still unemployed.
I’m still looking for a job.
I’m still broke.
I’m still terrible at music.
I’m still looking for a job.
I’m still gay.
I’m still scatterbrained.
I’m still in love with Pokemon.
I’m still repetitive.
I’m still happy.
And I still hate Tumblr.
poop poop poop poop poop poop.
Shit. I need a new bed.
Tumblr is a shitty excuse for a blogging website. I don’t even know why I bother with it.
Last night.
I went to the beach with Kirstie and Erik last night. It was the day after a full moon, so the moon looked gorgeous. With its yellow glow reflecting off of the waves as they crashed against shore, I sat on the swingset swith my feet skimming across the cool sand while I swung and sang to myself. It was really pretty how the pier extended out to the ocean, its artificial lights hanging to the side of it, narrowing off into the horizon, each light getting smaller until the last one looked like a yellow glow bug off in the distance. Fuck, I was tired. But I didn’t care. Thinking back, my hesitation of wanting to go to the beach might have been lame. Sure, I had only a few hours of sleep that night, but this was much better. And I might have had to poop, but c’mon. There’s something about the moon I like. I think I have a fetish for it. That might be it, perhaps.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?
Whoa shit.
I was in the bathroom, getting ready to take a shower and I was singing to myself that one song by Shaggy, “Angel.” Then it suddenly dawned on me, it’s the same song that Juice Newton recorded back in the 80s! This blew my mind, folks. You have no idea. Took me a decade to realize this.
Heed my words,
going three days without pooping is not fun.
Anonymous
Yes, I love you, stranger! :D
