john is a tiny bit claustrophobic! he loves being held closely, he can hide in a closet or under a sink if need be, but anything smaller than a spacious cabinet makes him freak out pretty badly. if his hands are tied behind his back or something the less tolerant he is of the space. (if he were tied up and thrown into a trunk or something for example. no ties? he’d ride trunk. otherwise nope.)

hmm, i ran this mornin’, ate breakfast an’ showered. might have t’ pick a friend up from th’ airport. don’t know yet, might be able t’ get some other asshole t’ do it.

you are a paragon among active men. i bow to your ambition.

i’m doin’ alright. managin’ shit, trying t’ keep myself occupied. boredom is th’ goddamn enemy.

i feel you there. i’m literally laying on my bed doing fuckall. i woke up not too long ago and i may just go back to sleep. or find something to eat. i don’t know yet. the world is my oyster.

wow zow this is late, sorry. life’s pretty okay right now! trying to get readjusted to a few things. i haven’t been around here too often but i miss it so i’m trying to get back into the swing of things. how’re you?

i don’t believe we’ve met before! i’m john and there is a cat sneezing very loudly behind me.