I am very mean to my hands apparently. They have gotten up and walked off. This is a banjo song. I was going to clean my room today but I have not left my house at all. I have many blank pages in my notebook but I am running out of things to say. Off to another week of the Maddening Cursed institution. Joanna Newsom on repeat. That is all I have to say.
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.