There’s a picture here, a lamp there, humongous TV hardly ever used against the wall. Instead when it comes time for moving, I love the minimalism of it. It makes me happy that it only takes about 3 hours, of BARELY trying, to get everything done.
I could use a cigarette… by the way, party tonight. I don’t even really want to drink, yet again I kind of do. It’s easy to have mixed emotions about a living person, but when it comes to liquid substances, it’s kind of weird to say “hey bud, don’t feel like hanging out tonight. Just need some time to myself you know? Now, Rum, I love you. I really do, it’s just something is telling me no. Call it intuition, but we should just not hang out for a long while.” Back to writing.