This looks exactly like my treehouse when I was a kid.. oh wait no it doesnt bc my dad quit after nailing in one board and said enjoy. #MyBrotherAndIHadToTakeTurnsSittingInIt so it only kind of looked like this.
I’ll start with this bc this is what I am about to do. Become Hipster Sell Stolen Ideas. Reblogging shit makes you more friends. I bet Steve had a lot more fbook friends than D-dawg over there;)
New definitive rock bottom… I cried on a treadmill today.
My life has taken a series of weird turns and I think this very well may be the most pathetic of said turns. I am a complete mess but I like to think of myself as a fun mess not like one of those weird uncomfortable messes that you feel like you have to take on and help because its just that pathetic…well shit maybe after today… no I am not. I promise. I would get in to what made me cry but then I would falling into the let me toss my problems onto you which I save for only my closest friends youre welcome;) Sadly, if you’re reading this you most likely are one of those closest friends. And in that case venting in my 5th favorite activity, and im so sorry about it. As my main hangout buddy put so eloquently two days ago after finding out he didn’t get a job he was banking on, “I think maybe heroin is in my near future.” We’re thinking about trying out for The Amazing Race.. Im sure that will go well.
I found this show that completely inspires me right now which means it will inevitably be cancelled in the near future. Nonetheless, it has been putting a little pep in my step and makes me want to start writing again even if I am exclusively writing absolute gibberish. I am not completely certain what I am going to write about or where I am going with any of this but lately I have had quite a few people tell me that I have great stories and need to do something with them. I thought telling them WAS doing something but apparently it is not. In America doing something is only considered “doing something” if it is making you or someone else money. Well fuck me because I have never gotten into anything to turn a profit- so look who just figured out how to play the game here. I think this whole writing shit down finally registered with me when recently someone actually whipped out their phone and started taking notes while I was balls deep telling a casual story about my week. You thought I was going to say whipped out something else huh? My best friend once told me, shortly after we met, that I was like a modern day Lucille Ball and everyday of my life was a new episode where I would get myself into a dilemma or awkward situation and would then spend the rest of my time attempting to dig myself out. I used to purely think of it as bad luck but apparently some find my bad luck genuinely entertaining.
So fuck it, here goes nothing.
