Fuyumine

So, earlier this morning while in a dollar store I witnessed some housewife looking lady shoving merchandise into her bag, and then casually walk out of the store. Something in my head said to perhaps say something, but I was groggy and grumpy and without caffeine. Still, though, that's pretty crazy.

I wondered what drove her to her kleptomania. From the way she carried herself, and the fact that it was a late Tuesday morning (when people usually work), I presumed her to be a housewife. ...

Like... I don't know what it is. I think it has to do with that little heart to heart I had with Life the other day, but I have been feeling serene all morning. It's not as though my troubles haven't tried to creep into the forefront of my thoughts and bring my day to ruins, but they keep gettin' spotted and shot down. It's awesome.

I have been playing the hell out of Pokémon man. I ran through Ruby in two days, ran through Sapphire in the same amount of time, and now I am back to Emerald. ...

Below are links to two songs that will be on a digital instrumental album I'm releasing—for free—on December 1st of this year, called Winter Soulstice vol. 2. I'll also share as to why it's taken so long for me to share my work with you.

I have learned from previous experience that if the crowd I am around are not fans or simply don't have a respect for the kind of music I do, it's best to keep my music, along with the fact I do music entirely, to myself. It's one thing if Hip Hop or ...

So, Life and I had a heart to heart this morning after She woke me up at 7 AM to "talk." She's agreed to try not to screw me over if I promise to try to hate Her so much. I agreed, and all day we have left one another to their own devices and I spent the majority of my Sunday playing Pokémon Emerald, reading some really stellar webcomics, and working on the album art for my future projects.

Right after I write up this little post I think I am going to start a thread to share ...

In a mood where just about any and everything is grating my nerves. Guess you could say that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but my bed is up against a wall so I technically only have one side to get up on. That was supposed to turn into some clever metaphor about perpetually waking up on the wrong side of the bed, but fuck it.

Why am I grumpy? Well, it's an amalgam of things. Hate my job situation. Hate that I am still hung over my ex. Hate not having enough money. ...