"His father was a drinker, and his mother cried in bed..."

I'm really mad about my broken phone. Seriously.

Also, NEW POLICY!

From now on, when I decide to approach an attractive girl, I will open with only very strange and possibly obscure discussions. Not even like "Hey, how's it going?" I'm just gonna launch into a manifesto about how only children and retards could believe in a personified deity, but the idea of a force created from energy we can't define could conceivably form something close to what we think of as "God" and how eventually gender will have no meaning in society so she may as well get with the times and get over this silly notion of being "straight" even though I'm totally gay. I'll come up with more obscure shit. Maybe I'll just rant about specific indie-esque movies like Psycho Beach Party or awesome web comics and if she knows what I'm talking about, I'll know I've found The One. Though I don't believe in that crap.

"The neighbors - they adored him, for his humor, and his conversation..."

The song I'm quoting is about a horrible serial killer. I always find I identify strongly with the back stories of serial killers, which kind of freaks me out. But there's no bodies under my floorboards... and I don't have floorboards because I'm a homeless coucher.