Ah, fuck. Here I am. This isn't the me you "me"d before. Except... no, you "you" me, and I "me" me. I suppose it's only acceptable to "me" another when you're like: You're just like me, Randall. Except.... the yous and mes are just reversed, but in context, like, the big picture homburg-- OO.... why … Continue reading Vagaries and Trash, Bitch
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The Routine
I have a problem. I can't just do things. A lot of us have this problem, but intrinsically, it's different for all of us—it's unique. It has taken me probably thirty years of struggle to finally realize and accept that I am a horrible, horrible perfectionist. Not only that, I've also realized and accepted that … Continue reading The Routine
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 