A Brief History of Whatever You Like

There's nothing like taking a week of risks and pulling myself out of comfort zones to remind me that I've got nothing to offer anyone.

Hey, you. I know we talk every day and you're not going to see this, but I intend to love you til I die. You deserve it.

The internet is a terrifying place.

The John Oliver takedown of Alex Jones was fucking incredible.

The oddness of my recent life keeps continuing. An old person in my life sent me a message and I thought it would be nice to catch up a bit but didn't think anything of it. The conversation has been going for four days straight. What I expected too her a nostalgia train has been everything but. The conversation is relevant, current, and genuinely interesting. I want to see where this goes.

I've been massively broke for the last two weeks. Normally when I hit this level of poverty I get super stressed and depressed and don't do anything about it. However, this time I took care of all the important things and made sure I have enough food until I get a paycheck. I'm not stressed. I'm not depressed. It's actually really nice to not spend money (although it would probably be a better feeling if I actually had money I wasn't spending).

Holy shit, apparently I'm still charming in my old age! Got a real date, with a nice girl lined up. I feel like I'm in high school again.

So I think it's safe to say I've learned to enjoy being single.

I have no explanation for this, but over the last few weeks, I've been readying a bunch of old French occult literature.

And now I pack my life into a few cardboard boxes and start anew once again.