corey is busy cleaning up the living room and having, like, his monthly mid-life crisis. and i am, like, freaking out in my room and being mysteriously, perpetually tired for no reason at all.

here is what has been happening with me or something:

i have been spending a lot of time at a bar, smoking cigarettes, drinking beer, watching alt-country bands and other bands who could certainly beat me up, and doing other stuff. it's easy to be sucked into these sorts of things when you are enticed by two really nice girls who give you their cigarettes and keep pouring you those beers and like the same music that you like and are very good at making you think that they kind of maybe think you are an okay guy.

i just remembered that i told one of the girls that i had not written about her in my livejournal and that is technically true. but now that i have written about her here, it probably still makes me officially retarded and a big fat liar.

the problem with everything is that i am a horribly paranoid boy who cannot really cut the back of his hair but is still pretty understanding about everything that happens to him. the hair thing doesn't really have anything to do with anything, but i just happened to notice at this very instant that the back of my head must look totally senseless. also, deja vu!?