Well, I’m back.
You probably thought I was touring with the Cheetah Girls or perfecting my design for a car that runs on baby laughter and just didn’t have time for you folks anymore, right? Nah. I’ve just been depressed. Not in a crazy bad way, but in that “bleah” kinda way that seems to saturate everything and make colors bleak. It manifests itself in extreme laziness and holy god jesus, have I been lazy recently. I seriously (seriously) considered eating a taco in bed the other day and I might not even spellcheck this before I post it. You know it’s gotten bad when it’s breathtakingly beautiful outside, but all you want to do is stay inside and watch Sergio Leone movies.
But I’m back now. Fuck being melancholy at twenty-five. I’m writing again. I’ve missed you smartasses.
Well, I’m back.
You probably thought I was touring with the Cheetah Girls or perfecting my design for a car that runs on baby laughter and just didn’t have time for you folks anymore, right? Nah. I’ve just been depressed. Not in a crazy bad way, but in that “bleah” kinda way that seems to saturate everything and make colors bleak. It manifests itself in extreme laziness and holy god jesus, have I been lazy recently. I seriously (seriously) considered eating a taco in bed the other day and I might not even spellcheck this before I post it. You know it’s gotten bad when it’s breathtakingly beautiful outside, but all you want to do is stay inside and watch Sergio Leone movies.
But I’m back now. Fuck being melancholy at twenty-five. I’m writing again. I’ve missed you smartasses.
