Remember that blog I started called Ready Player Two? Well here’s a new post. It’s about me and my drinking and Max Payne and his drinking and how I made it into a drinking game! Get it!

The other day I was in the kitchen while my Dad was doing the dishes. To break the silence he said, “I really hate this new sponge. It doesn’t get sudsy enough.” I laughed and replied, “Yeah, I know what you mean.” But then he said, “How could you know what I mean? You never do dishes.”

I said, “Well, that was kind of mean” with a smile. But I thought, “Hey. You’re right. I never do the dishes. Well, I never do anything around here.” Anyway, you can expect some really (dark) personal shit after the jump.

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(via cowboy-bebop)

a heart that craves doesn’t have to stay that way. just let some things go. in time, you’ll find needing things only kills you slowly.

Everything is the biggest waste of time. Everything is the biggest waste of time. The biggest waste of time equals everything. The biggest waste of time is everything. Time equals waste. Time equals waste. Everything equals the biggest waste of time. This is the biggest waste of time. This is the biggest waste of time. We are the biggest waste of time. We are a waste of time. You are a waste of time. You are a waste of time. I am a waste of time. I am a waste of time. I am the biggest waste of time. I am the biggest waste of time.

After yesterday’s failure, I realized that I just want to put on acoustic shows at my house for anyone who likes my music. Here’s the thing, I don’t think there are many of you out there. 

If there are, I’d love to have you come over, hang out, drink some free coffee, and listen to me play guitar (horribly). If you play music yourself, why don’t we play together?

It’d be a fun thing to do and a great way for me to be social without leaving my house. So if you’re interested in hearing me play some Look Hands, No Dad songs, some of my own songs, and some covers. Message me, or reply. I love you.

I like this. Do you?

900 percent sure no one is going to show up.