I don’t return phone calls. I don’t even answer them. I don’t finish what I start. Even simple things like laundry are stressful ordeals. In this case, I hung or folded everything but socks and underwear. That’s still sitting in an Ikea bag in my living room that we accidentally took because we thought the cashier said we could have it for free. Whoops.
Cameron lives her life by this statement and I do not blame her.
This is probably going to be deleted at some point. You know, once I’m posting regularly and have enough content to make this look like the bullshit filler post it is.
I’m listening to Bernadette by the Four Tops. And staring out my window at the Fisher Building, which is on Grand Boulevard, about half a mile away from the Motown Museum, “Hitsville USA,” where the song was recorded.
I drive past history all the time and I’m usually just thinking about getting home so I can fall asleep or play Pokemon Shuffle. It’s not the most fascinating life, but it’s my own.