neighborhood attack force!

i didn't run for a week because i was feeling

especially lazy and ate everything instead;

tonight, when i went out,

i managed to scrounge up a dog and two cats

while minimally exerting myself.

the dog barked at me because he/she

correctly identified me as a night assailant.

the cats walked away from me a couple of yards

and watched me with great disdain.

my wanderlust knows no bounds:

not five minutes ago i looked up torrents for

disneyland specials, just so i could see footage of

that wonderful place i love so much.

i got a haircut on friday, and my brother keeps

calling me macklemore, which shows just how

powerful his brain is when used as an analytical tool.

besides these non sequiturs,

i've been pervasively despondent for the last couple of days.

i think i realized recently that although pat and i

were in each other's lives for roughly one short year,

she has had a large impact on my life.

i guess it's not too out of the realms of sanity for me to

still miss her this much.

i try not to say stuff like that here, mostly because

i use this space as a record of my thoughts

that i find important, independent of my current goings-on;

essentially, i want to write what i feel is
relatable and timeless.
however, at this juncture i cannot help but admit
that i think about pat too often,
and i am trying my best to move on with my life.

it's hard to move on, though,
when there's seemingly not too much to move on to.