I either need to a) stop listening to Avril Lavigne, or b) get a life. Maybe I need to do both.

No matter what the case, I would really like to fall in love. Unlike what bullshit vidoes imply, strolling and/or loafing around town will not produce love. I really want to say "fuck this world," but the last time I fell in love, it was under highly expected circumstances, so who knows? Maybe I will meet a top-notch chick over a beer, an Avril Lavigne song, or staring at Starbucks employees at 6:30 AM (which, oddly enough, I've done more than once, thinking about how pitiable they are).

I'm a chump. Always have been, and always will be.

No big deal.