service industry life, dc haterade, tv party, not not my diary

You just might not understand it yet. But it’s cool. Family is super cool. Going home to one girl every night is super cool. Just going home and getting on the floor and playing with your child is super cool. Not wearing a red leather jacket, and just looking like a dad and shit, is like super cool. Having someone that I can call Mom again. That shit is super cool.


every now and my cat does something very human like and i get very nervous and ask him “are you a person trapped in a cat’s body. or did you choose this body” very seriously to see if this time he will communicate with me and he always kinda looks to the side and then does what i imagine to be a person doing a bad impression of a cat and it makes me so nervous cuz  i do way too much weird shit around my cat for him to actually be a dude pretending to be a cat

i’m going to start abusing my adderall prescription once school starts i can just feel it in my bones

like “oh yeah i like television so much i want to go to school for it,” seems like a fun way to ruin the only thing that gives me joy in life

i’m worried that i am going into debt just to endure zombie movie pitches from basic ass film nerds who won’t shut up about tarantino

like what if my tuition is funding my own personal hell