I've been hard at work all day, trying to reorganize my room. I've made some substantial progress, so I've decided to reward myself with a few shots of American Honey and the chance to clear some of the thoughts out of my head.
- I don't think my parents and I will ever get along. I don't think that this is such a bad thing.
- I've been playing fewer and fewer video games lately, which seriously calls into question what it is I've been doing all these years amassing a giant collection of them.
- Honey + whiskey + apple chips= pickle-flavored belches. Not sure how this happened.
- I am so very much looking forward to moving out. My parents get on me every time I talk about it, reminding me at length that I "will never have it any easier than this." Maybe that's one of the reasons I want to move out. Nobody can excel without duress.
- I don't widely broadcast the existence of this publication. I feel as though doing so would take it from being a dump for my idiosyncrasies to a long, multi-part message. That's not what I do.
- I recently cut my hair. Not severely, and by myself, of course. I can't understand why someone would pay enough for a decent lunch to have somebody cut the protein strands off their head. Best multi-function barber's too ever: straight razor. I like the new look, but it is taking some getting used to.
- My dad just offered me a substantial sum to teach my brother how to drive. It seems diplomatic relations have not totally broken down.
- When I move into my new room/apartment, the first thing I'm getting is thick black curtains for the windows. I can't stand excessive sunlight.
- My plans for a meta-fictional story I'm writing have taken some very disturbing turns as of late. I'm not kind at all to my characters, even if my character happens to be me.
Okay, I think I've thrown enough nonsense on the page to constitute an "update." Now back to my room, assuming I don't get distracted by my story...again.
