There's usually something I want to say but I rarely know what it is or how to say it.
I stare down into your car at you while I pass by on the bus.
Computer science, procrastination, guitar, art, trying to be constructive, shows, bikes, puppies, kittens.
I have no intention of ever actually meeting you. I'll stick to being an internet wall-flower.
Someone to tell me good shows to attend.
Anything that is good to drive to.
Routine.
No longer.
Reference.
Puppies, kittens, and other things that are so cute that they inspire laughter. And utter apathy.