The autistic urge to read everything there is about a band you just discovered from 6 years ago.

The autistic urge to (over) explain your way to conflict resolution. Sigh this never works.

Next time I'm at a show and someone is selling a brown shirt. I'm buying it. I have too much black.

man being alive right now is fucking exhausting

I'm at the emo show. I'm at the queerlesque show. I'm at the combination emo show and queerlesque show.

I really am hashtag blessed to live in a town where I can go to multiple emo shows in a week.

I love how 25 years ago I bought a headset for my landline because my hand got tired of holding the phone to my ear while talking to my friends and today I feel like I need a Xanax bc I made 3 phone calls.

Well at least this unending January was good for something. I (mostly) finished my post-tenure review self-reflections.

I know it's trendy to complain about this month being unending, but seriously how is there still one more day of January?

Me: I need to stop and take stock of the everyday beauty in life. Two minutes later, walking across campus: Eww are those a bunch of dirty diapers on the ground? The fuck is that? Hair?

This is Paul. I guess I'm finally leaving Twitter. God knows if I'll ever post here.