I think I could stand to be prettier. I think I could stand to have better clothing. I think I could stand to lose weight. I think I could stand to cut down on the drugs, on the alcohol, and on the cigarettes (which I don't actually smoke anyway, so why even have a puff?).... 

I'm having one of those days. One of those "I feel alienated, alone, and tired," days, so here I find myself, sitting in my basement, willing something of interest to happen. Where are you, where are you, where are you, I keep asking myself...  I'm not sure you even know where you are these days, clearly nor do I.

Coffee in hand. It has some type of caramel-vanilla cream in it, which makes it sweet and unbearable. I'll finish this cup and move on to two or three more. I'm not sure why, but it seems to keep the void out of my stomach, coffee.