I keep on meaning to start my infant related post. And I have a few times. But for some reason it just isn't coming out. I'm not really entirely sure what to write about. It's been sort of a weird past week living in the apartment. I still don't have a bed. Which does things to your head after a month of not sleeping in one. I almost wish I knew a girl that I could con into letting me cuddle with her. But alas, even with that knowledge, I couldn't. My 5 week mark of celibacy is upon me. I often think of Morrissey



and how he was celibate for a rumored 20 years. But according to an article I found, Morrissey didn't choose to be celibate. He simply, couldn't. "If you announce that nothing ever happens to you then you're announcing that you're incapable of roping anybody in." I suppose that the key word is "anybody". But if you want to take it one step further, "If there is one thing I have observed, it's that everybody has somebody. But no, not me." Is this self-centered, arrogant, and common-bond of a statement said out of choice, or inability? My theory, it was both. I say this because, I think I'm the same way in a sense. I think that my immaturity and inability lead me to a place where, I don't want to settle, but it (used to) horrifies me at the thought of solitude.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, I find myself stuff between the feelings. I have to find the middle ground between being a



or a



I suppose my excursion to my next (innumerable) interview should commence. So until then.