Hey
This is a thing that I regularly forget about.
Woot.
I'm back, fuckers. I guess.
It's 2am and I'm bored and listening to Rob Cantor and his,
y'know
One album.
Full of sadboy songs, get hype songs, and love songs.
So in those rare seconds when I'm completely in touch with my emotions, I'm feeling something.
I guess I should say what I've been up to, yeah?
I'm doing the boxing thing.
I'm a phenomenal punchy puncher.
It's fun.
Gets me in shape, I feel good.
I missed the last couple weeks because I've been moving right next door to my old house.
Oh yeah, I moved.
That's a thing.
Bigger house.
Right next door.
Better house.
My dog keeps getting out of the fucking front yard because he's a little fuckin 7 month old pit bull Houdini, the little shit.
Generally things are okay, I guess.
In the past week I've been hit with a lot of stress bombs.
But I'm doing okay.
Punchy punching is helping.
Gotta get a job.
Get my license.
Get my goodbyes.
No, not goodbyes.
They'll be
"Keep in touch. I'll see you soon."
I don't do goodbyes.
