1. Sunday, October 18, 2015

    i am at my most emotional during the playoffs 

    the desert

    i become superstitious and crazy and short tempered and i bite my tongue

    i freak out over the smallest things, i dont see the world as what it is and i overeat

    i cant sleep, i sleep all the time, i trim my cats nails for good luck

    i dont talk smack because im afraid it will be used against me later when they lose

    i dont believe they will win even though they totally should win easily.

    i probably shouldnt leave the house but life sorta forces you to.

    once upon a time i wanted to be a baseball manager

    im so happy that dream never came true because what sorta manager

    wouldnt want to leave the house during the most important

    historical, most meaningful part of the schedule

    let alone, your life.

    also my tooth brushing schedule is all out of wack.