“Imperfection” by
enggul via FlickrHere’s the thing. I’m not perfect. I’m not living on my own right now, I’m not making quite what I’m intending to make, and I’m living with my dad for the time being.
I know, I know… the way I see the world and it’s inhabitants is far different than the way others might see it. But damn it, I was talking to a guy on IM this morning and when we got to the part where I explain how and why I’m living with my dad, he suddenly disappeared. Actually, it went something like this: