Dark Chocolate

Nobody loves me. Why don't I have a girlfriend? I wish I had more nice things. I want a big couch with comfy cushions that are nice and soft but not too soft because then they get all squishy and you just wind up resenting them. Why doesn't someone go out and buy me some candy? I want chocolate. The kind that's 70% cocoa or higher. I want no less than 70% or I was will throw it at the wall. Look at all these piles of books and comics and magazines in the bedroom here. It looks like the NY skyline. I should get organized. I should get bookshelves. I should pay that big-ass fine I have so I can get my van back on the road so I can buy bookshelves. I saw cheap bookshelves at a used furniture place down the block for $40 that looked nice, not like you're thinking right now because you read "$40" and thought "probably cheap and crappy."

I think I bite my nails too much. But you shouldn't bite your nails at all so I guess anyone who bites their nails bites them too much. Of people who bite their nails, I am probably among the more high-frequency biters. I should cut down. I want to take a big trip. I either want to go to Tokyo and see all the Japanese people and the toys and lights and the shops and the comics and then go to Hong Kong or I want to go to Europe and see David in Madrid, Lilith in Barcelona, and my mother's cousins in the little Tyrolean mountain village where they live in northeast Italy called Val di Non. Lilith pronounces her name "Leeleet." She is little and funny and has pink hair. Like some people from Japan. I stay up too late and don't read enough. I still want chocolate. I'm waiting.