Excessive

So last night when Kyle was at work closing, he found a wonderful calandar that had made it's way to underneath one of our prep tables, and thought it'd be a pretty awesome troll if he put it up with a nice note, which he did, and I lol'd pretty hard when I got to work this morning. I had to take a pic, and leave it up, because I knew that other people would get a kick out of it.

I don't really get depressed about stupid stuff, real life bullshit, love and war crap. No.. I get really depressed thinking about time.. the past and how far away it is, the present and how fast it slips away, and the future in how insignificant it is. Time is what gets me down and I think I realized that even more when I watched American Beauty.. I just cried.. and I didn't care.

I guess I like to procrastinate... yup... I guess it's been evident for the last twenty years of my life or so. I like to put things off, for no other reason than I'm lazy.. not even lazy.. but.. numb maybe? I just don't wanna. that's all.