Rough

The only really solid material I have right now is a song about existential crisis. I dunno, I don't hate it. No one else seems to, either.

I rode for the first time in a month today. Mister wasn't terrible, but we're both out of shape and he's lost a lot of muscle and weight. We're putting him on supplements starting tomorrow but for now, he just sort of looks homeless. He's needs his mane pulled really bad, too. God, he's so gross. He did seem really happy to see me, though.

I bought Donnie Darko the other day but I don't have the guts to watch it, yet.

I have to finish an essay right now, but this entry is me procrastinating.

My mom is in the other room watching some stand-comedian I've never heard of before, and a few seconds ago I tried out a few lines on her and she dismissed me so she could watch videos of this guy. I can hear her laughing. I feel like this is an accurate representation of my material so far.

When I think about my future and my dreams of getting on SNL, I know I'll never make it, but it's really nice to dream. You can take away anything and everything in life, but laughter and dreams are permanent. Unless you like, can't laugh or you just have no sense of humor, and you just don't dream. Are there people like that?

Also, my phone took a leap of faith onto the concrete yesterday, and faith was not kind. It's still functioning, but it is shattered. I can't look at it without focusing in on the cracks. I should probably be more concerned about the glass in my fingertips. but honestly, my fingertips have probably seen worse. Like my ex. AYYY! No I'm kidding my ex isn't a bad person I just resent her. A lot. And everything she does. No biggie.

Okay, I should finish my essay because I really wanna get this thing out of the way and watch Ghostbusters without distraction.