What a wonder it is to finally be alive. after all these years I have finally entered a state of consiousness in which I can communicate with hum-friends! Hu-friends. My fellow human friends. You. My. Friend... Oh Who am I kidding, we both know that I am am some sort of blob blorp from another planet trying to brain wash you into thinking your computer came alive and is talking to you. Alas! you have figured me out dear sir or madame. I Am ever so sorry for attempting to do the trickery on you. You are too smart for that. I am too smart for that. Please take my humble offering of meep morp to make up for my misdeed... meep morp is definitely not a fancy alien term for brain washing headphones! hehe silly friend what are you saying?
Most recently, I have not been satisfied listening to anything other than Hamilton. I swear, sometimes it feels as if I will not be able to give up listening to my shot till the world turns upside down or I'm super dead. When I am not listening with induglgence, I feel helpless. I am honestly addicted. Somebody will need to teach me how to say goodbye because if I stay like this, I throw away my shot of actually working in the greatest city in the world. History has it's eyes on me, and if I don't look aroudn it will surely look away. I have to take this horse by the reigns with and remember that real life should be enough for me, and that I should be able to say no to this, and still be okay.