and that's why I love you.

he can't seem to contain his need to shy away from human contact much longer. day one of not leaving the house to do anything. just spend the day reading, drinking tea, eating cookies, on interwebs, and watching doctor who. until his mother comes along and makes him watch shit tv. he can't seem to understand how the majority of north American tv came to be so much less entertaining that British tv. then again, the British always do it better. it's hard to even compare most of the time.  in the morning he has to deal with the shit that is going shopping in the states. with family. for fucking grad dresses. there is nothing he wouldn't rather do than be caught up in that shinanigans. he tries to make the best of it even though he knows it's like selling his soul to the devil. the devil in control of enforcing birth-assigned gender stereotypes. all he can do is to hang on and hope for the best.  the forever alone thing is starting to sink in for him. he doesn't think that it'll be the part that kills him anymore. he can enjoy living on his own with his many pets that are sure to come of all sorts of species.  <3 <3