In the Mouth of Madness in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

My absence over the last several weeks was because I needed to get my head screwed on straight, and I wasn’t quite sure I could survive waxing on about the stress of my birthday. The truth is, my birthday was actually quite awesome.

One thing that I’m really hating is the fact that I’m constantly having to explain to people why I’m not in Paris. It’s incredibly frustrating. This is why I try to remain as elusive and aloof as possible. It’s just another one of those horrible things that I have to deal with right now. I can’t say that I’m exactly loving my life right now, but I’m at least getting used to things being awful all the time.

There are so many possibilities after this time is over. Once again, I have to choose what to do.

I will say this, the election of Donald Trump doesn’t exactly get me enthused about the future. I was already keen to leave this country, but this means that I definitely feel the urge to hasten my escape. The main problem is people trying to tell other people how to feel. Frankly, I felt unsafe in this country before open hostility became implicitly endorsed.

I’ve been re-watching the Twilight movies, because I’m not miserable enough, and when finally divorced from the mania of phenomenon, you can really tell how terrible of an actor Taylor Lautner is. He’s really bad. Like porn star acting bad.

I just want to get through Christmas. Hopefully I don’t kill my mother, who voted for Trump, by the way.