Numbers are underrated. People are overrated.

I’m at peak physical condition now. People sometimes assume I was in the army. I think I’m too insubordinate for that line of work. There’s enough to do around here. I read somewhere that you could still fit the entire world’s population into Texas. Imagine that.

The reinvention, the self-improvement, this kind of planning never really ends. It's not like you cross off six out of seven things from a recent list and voila, no more lists to worry about. It sounds more exhausting than it is. The life project.

I'm angry at this whole damn society. I despise this culture filled with mass produced pornography. I'm proud of myself for not engaging myself with that grotesque product. I'm disgusted at the idea that it's a product to begin with.

My type? What, a female between eighteen and sixty?

I do believe in Providence. There have been far too many tiny perfect coincidences in my life. At some point, they cease to be coincidences.