A post.

A month.

There's no drama. There's no hate. There's no wrong. There's no right. Nicol David has quite a body. White men are tall. Shaving is funny.

Finally something to read eh? But what is this? It's about nothing. Boo. That's why reality TV is a success. I am not a show. Though I like to be looked at, with glee or gloom. Everything is going rather well surprisingly. Haylie, college, 'friends' (I will not change), my hair. Speaking of which, it is at its best state ever. I love Google. And Wiki. Answers to life right there.

Bought light blue jeans which coupled with the white v-neck long sleeve made me look like a dad. A Rockstar dad. With nice hair. Confirmed getting fat though. I am sad. Also light brown khakis. More dad material.

That's about it. Nothing I want. Nothing is happening. Which is something albeit it's nothing. But it's still something. So something insignificant is happening. If something peculiar does happen, I'll let you know. On second thought, no. I still take expectations and hopes and dreams for granted and relentlessly crush it. Especially yours.

I'm done.
Afan.