I am talking to myself right now. Not out loud. I am not a crazy person. But inside my head. Ha. It is not really talking to myself in the way that you might think.
"Hi how are you" said mister crazy
"terrible... you" he replied
"really good thanks" he said outloud.
"well thats nice..." remarks mister crazy.
No. It is not like that at all. It is more among the lines of blogging. Just in my head and without a computer. I narrate the world around me. That woman in the purple shirt, immersed in her newspaper, has no idea that her reading face looks like an elephants does when it poops a boulder. She is not reading my newspaper (the one I write for, not "my" as in ownership).
I am feeling pretty fly like sky high apple pie today because I am carrying a briefcase instead of a backpack around campus. At first I felt like a pretentious turd, feeling the gaze of everyone near me. But after a few hours the paranoia is gone. I am walking proud. Ha. Now I need a suit.
I am sorry that I take such long breaks between my posts. It is an unfortunate habit that I am trying to break. Sometimes I wonder wether or not people actually read this blog. Sure I have followers. But I am feeling insecure. Show me you guys exist! That would be great. I would definitely post more. HA.
I am not really sure if I was kidding. But what the hell, I am deliriously tired. Have a wonderful day my readers. I appreciate you.
Love and Dry socks,
This guy.
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