Monsters, Inc.

Lets hope the next one is even crazier.

Happy New Year Everyone!

If you need to find me, I’ll be in a snow bank in  Prospect Park with a bottle of Andre in one hand, a friend’s hand in the other, and a smile on my face.

Cause I’m classy like that.

So I remember where you grew up and what you’re allergic to. 

That doesnt mean I’m going to masturbate about it.

Its two fucking tidbits of information about you.

That came up in my new feed on Facebook.

So don’t look at me like I’m stalking you.

Jesus.

Facebook. Tumblr. Twitter. Email.

Its too fucking time consuming, and people take it way too seriously.

I would rather talk to actual fucking people than type into a little box, at no one in particular, alone in my house.

But I have to stay by my cell and the computer today because people need to get in touch with me because I stupidly decided, once again, to organize a holiday. 

(Honestly, I’m happy to do it, its just sucks because people are really bad at giving information for some reason. Seriously, how hard is it to simply let me know if you are coming, how many people you are bringing, if you will need a place to crash, and if you are going to need breakfast the next morning. It takes five seconds. Gimmie a break.)

So for today, I can’t escape it.

I think it has a lot to do with the fact that the internet allows me to stay connected with whats going on in New York when I’m at Bennington.

But now that I’m home, my resolution is that I am going to greatly minimize my internet time. I’m going to check tumblr/twitter/facebook once a day.

And I think thats going to make me feel better about myself.

Why am I only just watching you for the first time?

Why?

On my bod-ay!