To the moon

I'm gaining a pimple a day. 

Some maintenance guy came to change the heater filters yesterday and he asked me "Did you just move in?" after he saw my massive box pile left from my drums that I still haven't thrown away. So embarrassing. I need to deal with that one of these days. I haven't thrown out my broken mirror either. Given my current state it's kind of amazing that I have yet to run into it, cut myself, bleed profusely, and drown in a pool of my own blood. 

If you're charismatic and funny then people will like you, but they won't take you seriously. If you're serious all the time then people won't like you. So? What to do? To tell you the truth, I feel like the person I am while blogging is closer to the person that I truly am. The problem with talking/acting like this in person is that people will find you intolerable i.e. if you use "big words" people will think you're a know-it-all prick and choose to avoid you--though perhaps if your purpose is to drive people away this can be a viable method. 

"What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"Why are you always smiling like a creep?"

"I can't smile?"

"It's like you have a disease where your face stays like that permanently..."

"...thanks?"

"It's not a compliment..."

SIGH~ 

HAHAHA oh gosh. It's good that I proofread. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm probably the only one that thinks this is funny. GC-MS is Gas Chromatography Mass Spectrometry not Gas Chamber-MS. Is this another subliminal message perpetuating similarities between my life and the Holocaust? Who knows, I haven't slept in a while, so anything is possible. Writing while delusional can be slightly entertaining. Cheerio!