Often I've wanted to be the kind of guy who was just really minimal. Whose living area would just be all surfaces and metal slabs and nothing more than what is essential for survival.
And then I go out and buy an alarm clock that's on sale, shaped like a monkey that makes monkey screeching noises to wake you up.
I want to be the kind of guy who lives in like a metal dojo, but being honest with myself and following what I'm drawn to and stuff, it kind of looks like I live in the middle of Pee-Wee's fucking Playhouse, instead.
Which...I'm okay with.
|He's hideous, but I love him.|