Update.

I feel like an update is in order. Simply because I want to read it back and laugh at myself.

Which is something I do every time I remember to log on here.

I'm still obsessed with PoPS. I hate myself for it a little less for it. To be fair, I don't hate myself for it because the show doesn't deserve admiration. I only wish I could get a grip because I can't seem to leave the creators alone. My desire to be noticed by them feels, at times, like I am traipsing in on their mental peace. ←Not quite what I mean, but close enough for hand grenades at the moment. Any who, I still want everything I can take home and keep that reminds me of the show. Everything. Something they caught a glimpse of during the campaign. 199% funded. Hell yeah! I've decided to just be stoked and wait patiently for Conclusion, which is going to be killer! 

I changed the crowd I'm working with a bit. We'll see how the interruptions during reading change.

Unfortunately, the passive attitude towards terrible people has not stuck. 'Unfortunately' because I liked the peace that death was bringing. Still pretty close to being a raving lunatic due to missed sleep, though. However, weepy has replaced the lackadaisical mindset. I'm not about that. I do not like how without discrimination against joy, anger or grief, my tear ducts seem to have the first and last say in the matter.

I want more tattoos to commemorate things I love. I have two planned, one for each graduation I plan on participating in. Speaking things I love, I started this post months ago hence this, "I can't believe this is a realization that I am just now having. I've been saying for years that I love Music. I am constantly joking of it being my one true love," and I have no idea what revelation I'd made at the time. I am still very much in love with music. I finally found the symbol I want to represent music in my Storytelling tattoo and can hardly wait to get it.

So that's all for now. I'll catch me on the flip side.