Some Rip Van Winkle shit...

...not to be confused with Robert Van Winkle the psycho.

I don't even know how or why I am doing this. I think because my "counselor" told me that I should try journaling which I sort of refuse to acknowledge as a word. So this means that anyone who stumbles across this will be treated to my self-absorbed neuroticism. Enjoy all one of you who will find this and actually read it. But for serious, this blog like emailed me. And because I pretty much love to air my business to an invisible audience I thought what the hell, let's get this here party started.

I just reread my old posts. I am a Negative Nancy like whoa. Well I was. No, I guess I still am. I'm totally okay with that. I like to believe that I transform my pessimism into entertainment.

So I'm like a billion years old now and a lot has changed but a lot has stayed the same. I can't believe that I still work at the same place blindly falling in fake love with every cute girl from the local college. But I'm actually in school now too so that's all new and different. And I fell in for real love with a girl. We live together in an apartment that's cute with our two cats Timmy and Milton. I still obsess over garbage television. Rock of Love? Check. Flavor of Love? Check. Grey's Anatomy? Check check check check check. And I hope no one ever gives me shit about how the show is quality programming because oh my god it is not. Everyone is dysfunctional. If art imitates life then I hope I never need surgery because apparently surgeons run around the hospital sleeping with one another and making irrelevant parallels between their surgical cases and their personal lives. Sometimes they drop organs on the floor and employ the five-second rule. No, it is not quality. But it is fun to watch.

Um I'm in school. This post isn't even worthy of life but oh well. I just wanted to see what it would look like.