But, it's like that these days. If you asked me at 17 what I'd be doing at 30, I don't think I'd have said this, but at 17 I was sure I'd be dead by 30, so it shows how wrong that little bastard was anyway, dunnit? These days, about the only things I can get the motivation for is Photography, messing about on the drums, debauchery, and video games.
It is a sad state of Arrested Development affairs you know? But the part that worries me, is that it doesn't worry me so much. I have no interest in people of late, they tend to disappoint, and, eventually, grate.
This evening, the upstairs neighbors decided it would be a good idea to film action movies in their living room, so I turned on the old electric drums and had a whale of a tale of a whaletail for a while. It's the passive aggression at which I excel, what can I say?
I can say plesiosaur, but that's neither hinder nor thinder.
Maybe I will take a photography course, so I don't have to muddle up photos that could otherwise be pretty great; like this one for example. (Hint: Overexposed/bad lighting)
Anyway that's all that's on my mind. Just trying to be friendly and hang for a bit. You know how it goes? Do you?
If not, it goes like this "Doot doot doot doooooo" and then the horns kick in... and my shoes start to squeak.
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