i’m developing mild ocd around the subject of my apartment. i keep thinking left the stove on and the back door open and everything is burning down while simultaneously being stolen.


this lady at work keeps warning me that once the oscar grant verdict comes down there will be rioting on the streets. does anyone else have a sinking feeling like everything is going downhill fast and no one is safe anywhere? even in broad daylight? even in their cubicle?

i am trying to get over this dread feeling because i know it isn’t productive and there are things i want to do i guess. i am trying to convince myself anyway that there are things i want to do and that moping is useless and everything happens for a reason.

i am pretty sure nothing happens for a reason though and the whole world is random chance.

but my new roommate is home! yeah!!