Late Night Missive

I'm posting from my phone in a bar where I just met Nelson Mandela, who bought me a sidecar and challenged me to a Karaoke Death Battle!

Just kidding; I'm home in my pj's, listening to Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. I love this song, but, well there's no other way to say this: IT DEPRESSES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Even with my urban diet of antidepressants and wheatgrass, I am filled with sadness. This might also have to do with the fact that every time I hear it I think of broken people and violence. (THANKS CHARLIZE.)

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I could take Nelson in karaoke, 'specially with Journey in my pocket.

streetlight people / living just to find emotion / hiding somewhere in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!!!!!!!

Stick around, internet. If I'm still up in a few hours I will prob. start posting emo poetry about snow.