I worry about the dreariness of this account. In order to right this I’ve decided to periodically add some whimsy to it, and by it i mean my soul, not this account.

What if i don’t want decent coffee? What if I don’t like the noise of the machine at 5 in the morning? What if what i actually want is soil and boiling water pumped into my veins? What if that makes me feel like a real man?
Hmm? What then? what? Hey give me the mug back, don’t…what-

Friend of mine keeps referring to Johnathan Bailey as ‘the Wicked man’, having just seen the film. Now i could be wrong, but I swear that’s Nicholas Cage?

There are some songs that I can no longer separate from the montage they’re used for in XYZ film or TV show.

‘Alright’ by Supergrass? Yeah, sure, it’s a pretty good song

The montage of the Derry girls “cleaning” that chip shop? Priceless, God Tier, phenomenal television.

They build each other up

Sometimes, I wish my problems could be solved with an emotionally charged monologue about the power of love or hope or some such. If the 11th doctor can kill a planet God monster with it I can get out of a deadline or two, surely

I really wish I knew more facts about trees. My phone is filled with pictures of them, when I see pretty ones in the park and want to remember them, but I don’t think I could tell you a single worthwhile fact about any of them. It would be wonderful to have that specific dendrological exper-trees

How does one frolic? I cannot whimsy without specifications