Stop Using My Computer

RIP "nightime // anytime (it's allright)" I guess it's not all right anymore. Bummer.

No. Not really. I'm sure things are still alright, it's just a bummer that I don't have that to read anymore. Moving on.

Woh. Thanksgiving. Besides the short time spent in the bathroom artistically drawing "I Hate Holidays" on a single square of toilet paper, the day was really good. In fact, it's probably unfair to start my ThatDayWeAllEatAndIgnoreIt'sRacistHistory Day report with the negative. Because really, that was it. I think it was mostly a defense mechanism for too much going on. What's the deal with bathrooms? I guess it's the alone time. I've experienced some pretty intense and severe emotions in bathrooms. I often think of kitchens as the true social center of a house, and I'm think I'm not alone in that, but whoever thinks of bathrooms and the emotions tied with them?

Well, I'm sure that would have been interesting, but I've run out of time and I feel cynical. Plus, I think I got a little triggered because the kitchen I grew up with was far from social. But I guess that's the whole house.