Being friends with me is a lot like signing up for one of those Internet newsletters: There's a lot of communication involved, all of it one-sided unless you want otherwise, and you can always opt out.
My sort-of-friend calls me bizarre, which I sort of don't hate anymore, and which is probably accurate, more or less. I'm starting to embrace the bizarre, or else I'm just giving up, one or the other.
In a futile attempt to counteract the continued lack of sex, friendship, and affection in my life, I'm reading all the books, listening to all the albums (metal, screamo, punk, band suggestions welcomed heartily), learning languages, starting a podcast, writing angry songs that my voice isn't really loud enough to sing and strange existential essays on the meaning of life, plunking away on the guitar, and indulging my nerdBeing™.
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