when i go outside i try to mentally will the world to "missed connect" me. i concentrate very hard on thinking "you need to craigslist me, you need to craigslist me, you need to craigslist me," while making subtle eye contact.
i was in baltimore's b magazine because of something i tweeted on their twitter page.
i like wavves the band. especially the song "teenage super party."
i drank two full moon beers and fell asleep watching mtv.
i woke up two hours later.
i have been wearing the same thing for four days.
i live in constant fear of obesity.
most of my time on the internet is spent refreshing the same pages repeatedly.
most of the appeal of smoking cigarettes is so i can have something to do with my hands. it takes attention off of what would otherwise be distracting mental processes. i make eye contact better when i am holding a cigarette. their taste has progressed from 'horrible' to 'tolerable' for me.
today i have to go to work and class. i have to take notes for deaf people. fuck.
my evolutionary psychology professor calls all living creatures "critters." he has a desert tortoise named "yortiss" (or "yortoise," i don't know). tomorrow is charles darwin's 200th birthday, so he is bringing cake for us today. i have urges to hug him during lecture. i think he is a good dad, if he has kids.
some days i have zero interesting thoughts. the more busy my life is, the less interesting thoughts i have, i think. my life is rarely busy with things i want it to be busy with, but busy with other things like school and work and errands and bullshit.
most people i know need to "go out" a lot, i don't like going out, but i feel the need to be social.
i tried reading tom robbins the other day but i can't anymore. he is irritating. i think he looks at himself in the mirror for a long time after masturbating. i have a tom robbins tattoo of the cover of "still life with woodpecker." i don't want to talk about it.