These short days are starting to get really long. I mean, I like a quiet night in just as much as the next guy, but I’m getting really bored with myself. By the time I’ve woken up from my after-school nap, the sun is gone. A guy can’t live like this for much longer. Continue reading “A Serious Lack of Motivation”
There’s no heat in my apartment. I’d take a picture to show you but every picture I take looks like my apartment when it’s warm. It could be romantic. Instead, it’s cold.
What’s left to say? Continue reading “Dear Nash, 10 Years On”