If I could, I would live a life of solitude.
I want all the images and descriptions in my head to be perfectly displayed in real life. But that goes against my life of solitude.
Funny how once you smoke weed regularly, you consider yourself
1. artsier
2. smarter/philosophical
3. more in tune
(I don't I swear)
Oh how hypocritical we all are.
Maybe it's because I'm watching "How I Met Your Mother" now, but I want to know how my life will end up. I hate how that show is based on Ted Mosby telling his kids a story that we don't know the ending to. JUST TELL THEM (AND ME) WHO THE CHICK IS. It drives me crazy. Yet, I can't stop watching.
I wish to be Barney Stinson and Vincent Chase, with a small dash of Alex Hitchinson, all in one. Only a dash of Hitch - his suave woman-understanding-ness only.
"How To Make It In America" - I am totally drawn into this show. There's always something about being an underdog in life that gets to people. Especially if it's about the little guy dreaming BIG.