Why don’t I have something to write, well I do I just dont want to push publish.

Writing this adds to the pile of emo drama bombs, and the internet does not need more of that. So I don’t intend to hit publish.

The phone only rings from telemarketers
Emails I recieve are intended for a slightly different email address
Instant messages I recieve are from a bonafide psycho stalker. The other people on my list are english to french translation bot and its french to english mate.
My interactions with the world are sucky ones. I dont really like the world.
I also dont have time for normal people, so my time allocation is to fault.

I felt the most connected lately to a movie in an almost empty theatre about a suicidal teen admitted to a psych ward and a japanese song with three english words. Sometimes I think people on tv are my friends trying to help me out.

Earlier in the week my thigh was twitching quite strongly, it was a bit cool. just now my face twitched a little.

In an effort to make progress on some basic things I made a task list with 5 easy things a day. On day 3 I am at 0 for 15.

Taking an inventory of what is stocked and not spoiled in my kitchen, it includes bailey’s, cheese, tea bags oreos

The number of women in my city who know my name I think is zero.

if you had to buy fresh fruit, there could be 15 places to buy it at, but maybe 3 or 4 that are most convenient options. If those 3 or 4 were eliminated, you might just go without fruit. As with I and friends.

And another thing, if you have enough money to purchase fruit, but you can not find fruit. It is not really encouraging to be told, oh, you can totally afford it, and you are good at eating it too. Not helpful.

I have filled my head with too many rose colored concocted concepts of how people interact. Reality is bleak and grim. In this movie a guy is worried about rejection since a girl he likes dates his best friend. So, in true movie fashion, this girl turns attention to him and a new even better girl also gives him attention. The solution to rejection is to never let it happen? Ya… no. Fruit fell on the head of Isaac Newton but reality isn’t quite so peachy. Oh, another cultural lie. Fruit didn’t fall on newton’s head either, it was added to make the story more interesting.

Baaaah! j’en ai marre.