I’m not in much of a writing mood tonight. I’m just glad that I have enough hobbies to keep my mind off certain things at the end of the evening. I won’t say much about it, but I’m really fucking tired of people who exist to be self entitled knuckle children farmers. The more I pay attention to the people around me; whom I’ve come to know over the years from working and other means of socializing, the more withdrawn from people I’ve become from them. I’d rather be alone doing something I enjoy, than spend time with someone who would quickly grow tired of my existence. I’d like to think I’m saving some random ammosexual some bullets by privately enjoying my own swag.
Evening Open Thread
