It's that moment when you start closing in.

Sometimes I wish I had a magical who lived in my closet. Turban, shiny getup, crystal ball and all. Sometimes I just don't know what to do, y'know? I also sometimes wish there were a tall, dark and handsome man living in my closet. He'd stay there and read books, and I'd pull him out when I couldn't find a date Saturday nights. But then he'd be in the closet. And he'd be a man. In the closet. Nothing good would come from this.

Decisions are funny things. A lot of them seem so important, and so potentially life changing. And how are you even supposed to handle something like that? It's rough. Other times they're so minute and trivial, but maybe they end up changing major aspects of your life in the long run. Go watch Sliding Doors. It makes you wonder.

I think I'm allergic to almonds. Or, at least, I think that I think I'm allergic to almonds. I'm also into weird shoes, I've never lost a game of air hockey and I can't swim. Fascinating. I know.