I had one of the most interesting moments this past week. I was sitting around with a bunch of accountants listening to their conversations about floor plans for their condos in the suburbs, and I realized: "hey, someday I want that."
Random Interjection:
I just obsessively cleaned my room. Last year, my roommate would get so pissed when I would come home at midnight and start cleaning the apartment from head-to-toe. I think it happens when I'm suffering from major anxiety.
I think I'm breaking down. I actually caught myself admiring their engagement rings.
Another random interjection:
My retainer broke off the other night. After ten years, I officially have no metal in my mouth.
It's strange, but I'm actually reconsidering exactly who I am right now. And all because of a conversation I had with an accountant from Australia. Who knew?
Random Interjection:
I just obsessively cleaned my room. Last year, my roommate would get so pissed when I would come home at midnight and start cleaning the apartment from head-to-toe. I think it happens when I'm suffering from major anxiety.
I think I'm breaking down. I actually caught myself admiring their engagement rings.
Another random interjection:
My retainer broke off the other night. After ten years, I officially have no metal in my mouth.
It's strange, but I'm actually reconsidering exactly who I am right now. And all because of a conversation I had with an accountant from Australia. Who knew?
Last night, the ol'man and a friend and I spent a good four hours into the night discussing art and conciousness and sensory overload. It was so amazing, to sit on my porch and smoke and talk with people who love art. I wish you were there.
(^ ^) ng