Pick-up

I'm wearing a button up shirt that was given to me by a stranger while I was in San Francisco a few weeks ago. I took a shower in his apartment. No, I didn't sleep with him. I thought it was very kind of him. Martin and Art are downstairs laughing at the TV show they're watching. I'm listening to "Communication" by The Cardigans. Scotticus sent it to me while we were chatting yesterday. I receive so much from others. It should be enough to keep me happy.

Happiness is that thing that I make for myself, I know. I just wish that everything in me would cooperate. It's part Mac and part Windows. I operate, and breakdown. Restarting takes so much time. Sometimes I walk away from myself to come back and see from a different perspective.