His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like
squarepants under the sea...
"Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name..."
Stepping to a different beat, is how I feel now-a-days. Always looking like I'm seeing myself from the outside. Watching a B quality independent film that's running way too long and the ending is way out of sight. When the hell is the protagonist in the film gonna get that chick or get that spectacular scene where he shows everyone his real worth like that dance scene in Napoleon Dynamite?
Well I guess I just gotta keep on watching. It's gonna be long, so I'll be making some popcorns I think.