Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

She wasn't wrong, but it suits me just fine. What are you doing tomorrow? The question struck me as so unquestionably odd. I have to do something? I don't even know if I'll leave the apartment that often. I'm writing again, but, I suppose, that was the point. I'm going to try and have a draft finally completed. It has been a decade, you'd think it was time or something.

Obviously, I've been doing photography as well.

I hung out last night with two normal girls. This shouldn't be odd to me, as they are representative of a class of people that represents, definitionally, the majority of the more numerous gender of my species. However, it was weird. I hadn't realised how cut off from that particular (and large) group of people I was. The normal people I know, are, for the most part, male. The vast majority - if not all upon further reflection - of the women I hang out with are weird. Heck, my girlfriend is one of the most normal women I know, and that's crazy.

I'm making nachos. I'm going out for lunch with Y^2. These statements are not related or contradictory.

I'm hungry, even though I did have bacon for breakfast. Local, organic bacon. Yum yum yum.

Written On: Y^2's Laptop
Currently Listening: Neko Case, Death Cab, Emilie Simon, etc.