cynical optimist

i'm tired. drifting-through-the-motions tired. and oddly, jetlagged happy. i don't know why.

so i have this thing where i can't do small talk. its like i'm not privy to the whole conversation thing because i almost always have nothing to say. not that i resent it but sometimes i chastise myself for not conversing more. see i get pumped and say everything i need in 3 minutes and then just fuckin switch off. everything else i say after that is just bloody frivolous.
blah.

april's fool?

not this year bishes! :o