I literally have an apple in the pocket of my coat. And I don't remember putting it there.

I've been listening to old music today. The song I currently have on repeat is:

I fucking LOVE Otis Redding. Sure, everybody likes Sittin' On The Dock of the Bay. It's a solid song. But Coffee and Cigarettes, Love Man, and A Change is Gonna Come are so so so much better. 

Stevie and I have been chatting about all of the things we're going to do if we move in together. This spiraled into a conversation about how radical the CEO of Costco is, and how much Wal*Mart fucking blows, and why The Salvation Army, Jelly Belly, and Chick-Fil-A are spearheaded by assholes. 

I am so excited to leave work today. I'm tired, and kind of hungry (I did improvise myself a grilled cheese for lunch today, which I'm exceptionally thrilled with myself for. I'm a god damn genius).

Stevie and I are talking about renting a house now. I am so excited about this. We're thinking a three bedroom, so we can each have our own room, and then share an office. 

Allen is thinking about buying a house. 

there is so much adult stuff going on, and I'm currently thinking about Tupperware.