This is not a blog. This is me and you realizing that we are going to be stuck in the same room for more than an hour. This is waking up on Christmas day and finding no snow on the ground. This is nineteen years of Josh, loving being alone, but hating being lonely. This is, to be honest, more than a little shitty. But, so is life, that some were meant to be socially inept. I can't hope to create anything other than weird static noise, a knock on the back door, or a bloom of an electric flower with this unnamed thing- but whatever comes from this, is genuinely personal. My true beliefs, interests, and so-and-on. I can't promise that this thing that I am making will be interesting to anyone, but then what is the point of even trying? This is a statement: We are all masters of our own domain. So, though this may be a worthless attempt, at least an attempt was made. Because this is not a blog. This is my footnote.
"Are you the SAT because I’d do you for 3 hours and 45 minutes with a 10 minute break halfway through for snacks, and then I can stare at you for like 10 minutes and think ‘wow, I hope I don’t ruin this.’"
— Dude on OKC with the best pick up lines I have ever heard (via katamarang)