so, I'm sitting on my couch, alone. Not even the cat. i kind of like it. i definitely like the feeling of typing on my computer again. listening to the chemical brothers and pretending i enjoy it, even though it sounds worse than dubstep to me. i know, they were the original, the beginning of dance, but progression is good, and im fuck off glad that genre progressed from this shit. uncultured 4 life.
i feel like i should get up and do things but at this point i am just happy chilling about on the couch, writing sweet nothings to myself and who ever else may read this.
suddenly i feel pretty hopeless and confused. off i go into a pit of happy lies.
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