Its my birthday. Well, it was – my birthday just ended and it was awful. I mean, despite being alone in a city, it just made everything bubble up. Not a single one of my friends from my hometown texted me, no cake, no candles. And that’s my fault, I guess, neglecting those relationships both…

Sorry for no updates, I’ve been suspended in cartoon green Jell-O, jiggling through it all. I’ve got bronchitis or something, I don’t know. My throat is upstate, my accent morphed into some taut-rubber band-twang. I’m drinking little pieces of God in the form of medicated cough syrup. I’m leaving my job, moving further east and…

There are some times where you’re forced to grow. For me, I guess, that was today, having a conversation with Ms. Girl about no longer seeing each other. See, I’ve never been the one to initiate tough conversations, especially not breakup ones. I don’t want to disappoint anyone or hurt anyone’s feelings or look like…

I’ve been at my job for close to two months now and I haven’t written in about as long. I don’t think I’ve had anything qualitatively interesting to say. Or maybe I just haven’t really felt anything that noteworthy to begin with – nothing I can milk into a few paragraphs, at least. And I…

So, I moved out of state for a job. It’s my first time moving somewhere I have no connection to, no friends or acquaintances or memories of going there as a kid. It’s, well, it’s not my favorite. I moved in last Friday – drove up however many hours with the cats in the backseat…

There are slow days and there are busy weeks. This is a busy week. To catch everyone up on the Misadventures of Mr. Me, I’ve been mostly applying to jobs and it was a pretty slow process. Then, all of a sudden, a biblical flood of emails (3) came down from the mountain and I…

It is currently 4:18 a.m. on Sunday, June 1st and I cannot sleep. I laid down around 1:00, tossed for like two hours, and then decided to change venues, struggled for one more hour, and then gave up on the whole project. So, might as well write and tire out the brain a little bit.…

I am someone who cannot be under-stimulated. That is to say, I will not allow it to happen. I’m supposed to be, and that’s where these thoughts come from, carving out intentional sections of time where there is nothing going on around me and all of my focus is turned inwards, but away from my…

I am bored at work and don’t have anything emotional or philosophical to wax poorly about on the internet. Well, I mean, I do, but there comes a point where there’s really no point in rehashing similar feelings or thoughts. It doesn’t make for good or interesting reading. I suppose reading about my life isn’t…

For I am an engine and I’m rolling onThrough endless revisions to state what I mean Words are… not enough, I think. I don’t ever seem to be able to say what I’m trying to. I can get at the edges of it, but the things that matter – what those are, I don’t know…