Dinosaur With Headphones

I don't think I'll be capable of posting a lot during this holiday season. I've already begun to feel that old familiar emotional slump quite deeply.

The last four digits of my new work number are 0109. What the fuck, Life? Is that supposed to be funny?!

Anyway. I hate how not hearing from her makes me feel. I hate how fragile I am, and jealous. I hate how much of a worthless package I am. I hate how the taste of her skin has never left my lips/tongue.

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My only recommendation for a holiday song: "Listening To Otis Redding At Home During Christmas" – Okkervil River

"There's a tangle of greenery
where winter scenery ends.
And I hear that song sometimes,
imagine us much more than friends."