The Graduate

So I've graduated from a (semi)reputable institution of higher learning. I finished with Latin honors
This is my day to day.

AWKWARD GLANCES, FOLLOWERS AT A COFFEE SHOP

Hey there blog, I got offered a job yesterday.

“uh oh.”

I know our relationship has been strained lately, blog. Me making promises to keep and, subsequently, not keeping them. You silent, stoic, strong and abandoned on the internet, left to rot.

Alas, I can not take the job, which is a shame because it would move me to Richmond and all of my dreams would come true. except for the strings attached which I wont go into any detail about. Lets just say they’re more like chains or cables than the blue threads your grandmother uses for quilting.

Now that I’m thinking about it, have you ever had a grandmother who loved you enough to knit you something?

Because I do.

I’ve been thinking a lot about new direction, (which definitely isn’t code for “smoking a lot of pot”) so I downloaded instagram. Its great? I think, I have followers, before I uploaded any photos I had followers.

This post feels disjointed.

I’ve been drinking a lot of coffee lately, I’m big into coffee drinking and writing things down, I’m also big into people watching. Which is not to be confused with stairing off into space and typing at the same time. I don’t know about you but I don’t look at the screen of my computer when I type because I want to edit every word I misspell as I type it.

“What is he talking about? why does this matter at all?”

I’m thinking about what I’m writing instead of what I’m looking at, my eyes tend to wander, and all social considerations go out the window. I only snap out of it when someone makes eye contact with me, which is a nice way of saying; when someone lets me know with their eyes that I’m creeping them out.

It’s not so much a problem when I’m typing in private, but out in the world it really messes me up. Right now for instance, everytime I’ve changed the subject in this post it’s because I am being interrupted by a woman’s scowl, adjusting the hem of her garmet as if they were saying;

“Hey, buddy, they only say its free to look if they’re trying to sell you something.”

Otherwise it costs you your dignity.

Speaking of which, an ex of mine found a video on the internet of me rapping karaoke.

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