i grow a lot each year, but i end up saying that every year. not sure if it means anything.

any time that i want to write something long i end up falling asleep and being like “ah fuck it” when i open my browser back up or i sound like a blabbering fool and it’s better off not posting at all.

so i’ll do it again. maybe one day i can muster more coherent thoughts. all i know is that i want to be in new york for christmas, i miss family / the sky when it snows. been about 2 years.

i need a pick-me-up

alright, 2 years late on the walking dead but i’m addicted.

i miss more people than i could count

singing randy newman songs around the house

do whatever as long as it’s done with good intention.

anyway, this week i’ve realized that starting a website, if anything but for people to read your content is sort of cool and satiates my hunger for creating something that people can interpret or just be entertained by at the least. and you make some connections/interactions you never thought possible.

foxes in fiction is the nicest fucking guy.

winter chills

also hooray to me for reading a book for the first time in forever. like, really? i’m a binge reader to the fullest. 

infinite jest is also 3x bigger than i thought it would be. no worries, though.

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