I’ve been getting major bouts of the moving blues this week. I’m going to a town where not only do I not know anybody, but it’s in the armpit of California. Plus I managed to get emotionally attached to a boy who calls me “friend” (which was stupid).
And then I remembered how seriously damn hard I worked to get here in the first place. And I’d be an idiot to want to give it up now. I swear, nostalgia is the worst, and if I conditioned myself to rid my mind of it completely, I would be indestructible.
I still hate moving though.
In one of those moods right now where I feel like I’m gonna be single forever. Definitely having a drink tonight. Three breakups in a year takes a toll on a person.
"I think it is okay to accept the fact that most people won’t get you. We don’t need to like each other so much. We need to be kind and respect each other. Every day I live by one rule, be a good guy. I am proud of the fact that for the most part I have tried to make the world a better place in small and large ways."
— Judd Appatow
That she picked a ghetto apartment?
Started making my rounds to say goodbye to everybody on my last day at work and then the song “If You Leave” by OMD came on the radio speakers… Really?