The Patron Saint of Losing Sleep

Between want and need. Those who deal only in extremes say that they need everything, which tends to get on people’s nerves. Fortunately, I am not on of those people. There are clear distinctions between what I want and what I need.

A lot to say. I promise. I just lack the will to write it down at present.

Has stayed within four figures for a record two months for the first time in my adult life. I know it’s kind of sad that I think this is progress, but considering I made it through Christmas and still have over a thousand dollars is impressive in my book. Then again I don’t have a girlfriend…

I try to pull away when you want me to stay close

I keep asking myself when it stopped being ok for me to touch you.

Whenever I see a photo of a girl in secondhand and partially handmade outfit with some wilderness backdrop holding out her hair like she’s looking for gum stuck in there, the only caption I can ever come up with is:

“it’s so smooth and I havent even washed it in like four weeks!”

The realization that Calvin and Hobbes was your childhood in a nutshell..

At my shitty job in the real world, typing. The reason I keep it? It’s one of the few pockets in the real world that has this neat zero-point dimension hole where I get to write to my hearts content, as well as take on no real responsibility, except to find some type of off-hand shite to do to keep busy (or more accurately, to keep from falling asleep). Also, third shift for a guy that is inherently nocturnal is a dream, especially because no one is awake while I’m working, which means no one bothers me or even causes me trouble. Plus full meals for free on thurs./fri. I can’t complain, except for want of going back to college and actually getting the time to see friends. Whisper on, ye darkened sky. I never shall stray afar.