the joy of being human, or at least being me, is in the existence of the, if you allow it, lightswitch in our brains.
flick momenta can be found in a pile of snow covered  songs, in the eyes of a fellow psychopath (beneath a sweet blanket of understanding), in a green bowl of sun crusted grass, or in the arms of the one person who knows exactly what it all means - your(my)self.


"hello, angel.
im here to change your life."

Happy Post Holiday

I am perpetually conflicted, impulsive, and self-aware. This cocktail of personality often leads to hilarity and the rare ability to bounce back after my favorite past time of blindly leaping into the occasional stupidity of the unknown. Recently, however, I find myself completely stagnant in moments that can be most beautiful. I hypothesize that this is due to the analytical nature I have developed over the past few years of blitzing my fragile little mind with the fuckfest that is higher level mathematics. Maybe its the result of growing up or the fact that the self-awareness is more than just the garnish it was five years ago. Either way, I am not interested in the flavor of cowardice that the current portions of ingredients are contributing to my taste of life.

Things that I am quite interested in: Dan Auerbach's album, finding a place to live, the outcome of my New Year's Eve in Philaaaadelphia.

Better Is Better

I have decided to work on things in my life. Documentation is important.