Prologue / Heads up

(Live from Taylor's Apartment)
I'm a man with multiple problems. Problem 1: Is my terrible sleeping pattern, slathered with insomnia and frequent, crippling paralysis. Problem 2: Is that I like to write, but am too lazy to accomplish this in a productive manner. Problem 3: Is that even though I'm 22, I can't stop looking at the word "man" in my first sentence, and feeling I'm somehow cheating by implying that I'm all grown up with those three letters. 


I need a soda... and maybe some Ice cream... back in five.


And there it is. The perfect example of all my problems is right there in the 12 word paragraph above this one. I got bored- my mind started wandering- I got wrapped up thinking about how awesome the picture would be of me sitting there on the floor, with a half-eaten pint of cookies & cream, spoon handle sticking out of the container looking so inconspicuously clean that you'd never guess touching it for even a moment would mean a very sticky death for the keys on the board in front of me.

It's 2:12 am which means I'll probably be up for the next eight hours or so- four at the minimum. That's a lot of time to look forward to, most of which I'll be thinking about paragraph one, and the information it contains. How to fix my problems and become a member of society who utilizes the fact that I actually have a mind, for more than thinking about how to fix his problems. After not-so-much deliberation, I've decided a blog is the best conceivable way to try and curb all three problems listed above.  Also, my girlfriend has been asleep for a few hours, as she will be for pretty much every post, so I'm officially alone with my thoughts.

The first step in figuring out how to get myself to a place in life where I can respect myself, is by analyzing what I have to work with, and THAT IS WHAT THIS BLOG IS ABOUT- an average guy, in a pretty average city, with a good head on his shoulders, rambling about his life. There is ROMANCE. There is DRAMA. There are HEROES. There are DOUCHEBAGS. Expect dogs, cats, bubble tea, movies, tacos, a flock of idiot roommates, soccer, growing up, slackerdom, and existential crises .

Hopefully you wont start reading til I've got a few of these written out and there's something here to enjoy. Also, you can be fairly confidant that I'm gonna get one of these out there almost every time my girlfriend falls asleep before I do. Anyway, whenever you do pick this up, I hope it's not a snore, and even if it is... what's the worst that someone could make out of it? A comment?  ۩