A taste of Irony

I've always been my own biggest fan when it comes to advocating the philosophy of changing something if you aren't happy.

But yet I'm sitting home alone on a Saturday night with no romantic interest and nothing to do. I feel like as more time passes since Evelyn I change and change as I feel necessary but nothing seems to come of it. I get restless and feel the need to move on because the reinvention I coveted in the city has rolled over me; although people see me very differently I'm still unhappy with a lot of things. I'm running out of things to approach to change without straying drastically from my core personality. I'm not prepared to do that.

I really want this transfer to the Philippines. I really want another tattoo. I really want someone to take notice; whether it be my jujitsu coach, the blond girl that always smiles at me in the basement of the Young building or even just an old friend looking to reminisce on what we used to do together.