“If we could all be satisfied with what we had, what a beautiful world it would be. We would all slowly starve to death in our own filth, but at least we’d be happy.” That was on House the other night. Now I’m taking generic OTCs and calling them by the active ingredients.

Good christ what a year. I’m tempted to leave it at that. I know why I used to write so much, it’s the font on here. What the hell is this anyway. It’s beautiful.

Well, bitches, I got fired. Now I’m living in New York. I’m moving to Bedford-Stuyvesant in a couple of weeks. Yes that’s the kind of guy I am. Time to eat donuts and carry a baby around on my back.

I watch House, MD now. We all do down here. When you’re down here, you’ll watch, too. It’s hot as a bitch in this room. I haven’t done dishes in weeks. Not real dishes. Not the kind that sit there staring at you while you dread leaving for work. I haven’t dreaded leaving for work because I dread being at home. If you haven’t guessed at this point, I’m living with the in-laws.

Well that about reveals my identity for anyone who knows me. Fuck it. It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, and a motherfucker is too damn old and tired to keep secrets so vigilantly.

I feel like I’m at least thirty. I’m only 28. I don’t understand it. Every year I feel two years older, so it feels like I get a year younger every birthday.

I never thought I’d watch a doctor show. I remember my parents used to watch Chicago Hope and E.R.

I couldn’t finish this post last night before I had to watch more TV so now it’s morning. I’m going for a run. I work out now.