instead of moping around, i'm doing a stand-up routine that makes fun of all the things i stress out about. it's working and i'm writing and i'm feeling good as hell. it's all a lie, and i know it is, and that's okay with me. the weekend was stressful, and i am dying to get my hands on the video camera i ordered because i could not be any more bored. it's fucking hard nowadays without dasha because i don't have that female friend i can just hang out with when im bored with the guys. i am also apparently not the "type of guy you have sex with".

all i gave my father for father's day was a card. i usually get him a mug, but he doesn't use them anyway. i don't know what else to give him.