So, my life is a fucking joke. Everything happens in extremes, just when I start seriously toying with the possibility of moving a girl in St. Pete says that I can move into her house and live there...

I get a sweet oppournity to work in a brand new whole foods in Naples, which sounds very tempting and...

A friend of mine says "i've got an open room in my Apt in Brooklyn, how soon can you get here?"

WHAT THE FUCK. There is no ebb and flow in my life, there is only full blast tidal waves and bone dry seasons.


WHY DOES MODERATION ESCAPE ME?

Blogger and friends, what should I do?