Now facebook says he’s no longer single. FML.

“Why do you get so sad whenever you go away?”, you ask.

Because I’m scared stiff I’ll never see you again, dumbass. Ever.

What if you got hit by a bus when you cross the road? What if I get mugged and knifed?

I want to be with you all the time.

But I say, “Cos I’ll miss you, that’s all.”

I hate how everyone’s feelings have to be accounted for, before anything happens.

I loathe how everything needs money.

I am tired of not getting things right the first time.

I am over empty promises.

AND, no one gives a fuck about your ten daily facebook status updates. You’re slowly killing the earth by broadcasting what you’re having for lunch/what music you’re listening to/how fucking awesome your god damned chicken stir fry is.

I hate uncertainty. Everything could happen. Nothing inevitably will. It’s the hope which leads to nothing that kills me inside a little each day.

Life in general is pointless.

Sure there are things to do, places to see, people to meet. But at the end of it all what’s the fucking point?

I’m feeling extremely nihilistic today. Because I do not see a purpose for what I am doing day in day out.

And so what if there’s a god to whom I am indebted to for allowing me to be? He sure as hell isn’t making it any easier for me to proclaim his abundant generosity.

On a somewhat related note, I feel like I disappoint my parents because I’m not a straight, church-going, bible-thumping, Jesus-loving guy. I don’t know what to do.

I think I’m slowly turning into a cynical old man.

Thanks for the present.

I miss your smirk, and the way your clothes smell. I miss you.

Go sing, too loud
Make your voice break
Sing it out
Go scream, do shout
Make an earthquake.

Ah, nothing short of pure happiness. It’s like a happiness shot, followed by an even happier happiness joint. When the drums kick in at 0:17 my spine tingles a little, every time.

But gaydar.com is full of old guys.

I go home in 2 weeks! But its not really home anymore is it? Just happens to be where the rest of the clan is. And the food. OH MY GOD THE FOOD.

Anyone else think the bearded tall guy in the video is so cool he’s hot?

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My schedule the past few days:

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday: Wake up at 8, go to office, trudge through drawings and layout for competition entry. Go home at two in the morning. No gym. Submits entry on Wednesday night.

Thursday: Show up at work feeling hungover (from lack of sleep) but artificially perky (thank you double shot latte) at half past nine in the morning. Trudge through doing busywork. Didn’t make it to the gym.

Friday: Half day at work (before we close for the holidays, yeehaw). Barbecue at boss’s house. Ate lots of meat, made a guilt-laden trip to the gym (yes!) but only managed 45 mins before expiring (noo).

Saturday: Wake up at 1.30. Feel restless. Bratwurst hot dog for lunch. Coffee. Walk around town aimlessly even though I have 2.5 weeks of laundry to do and could have gone to the gym. Have 2.5 chocolate chip cookies and orange juice for dinner. SLB: I MISS YOUR COOKIES.

I think I’ve shut down for the year. SIGHhhhh…

My god the 90s were awesome.