At Least I Kept the Whipped Cream Out of My Beard

The walls inside me break down as the man I've become crumbles. How poeticly cryptic. So apparently it's been so long I've forgotten how to do some things that were pertinent to my afternoon and evening. Maybe I just misinterpretted what it was all about, maybe I need to learn what friendship looks like again, maybe I'm reading wrong the one thing I think I'm reading right, maybe I just failed miserably.

Either way, the night I thought went well ended unexpectedly and unfavorably. More reasons to hate roommates, I guess. I did walk away with some new ideas to think about, maybe some previously closed off to me before. Definately some that would turn the sailor mouthed, rough necked, Masshole that I'm proud to be into the exact person I direct all my hate towards.

Fuck.