I do not feel like writing much today (but I feel like writing that). I want to be a drifter, aimless. Everybody thinks this snowstorm is so terrible, but it is really quite lovely. Otherwise I feel pessimistic. Lack of sleep is catching up to me.
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Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
