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Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Just be Happy it took this long
I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. I must be because then it would coincide with what the previously discussed "agitators" (thank you, Anonymous; that beats the hell out of the "life-sucking fuckwads" I sometimes refer to them as in my darkest moments) seem to think - that this is all just my fault and it will blow over in time. I haven't been this miserable in a long, looong time and I don't want to fall back into the same shit I did before. For one, it would kill me now and b, I can't afford it because of the aforementioned "agitators."
I am in Sin City with a heavy mind, a fatter ass and the urge to do something stupid creeping up on me. I'm just happy that my self-control is still tied into my severe stubbornness. It just puts a damper on the usual, acceptable fun that can be had in a place where no one I know will see me for a year and the rest don't give a rat's ass.
Going to revel in some selfishness because no one's here to make me feel bad about not caring about other people for a change -
I need a nap.
I need a drink.
I need a friend.
I need some food.
I need... fuck it. It doesn't matter what I need. But it will. Because any more of this and it won't be clean and it won't be nice. It'll be dirty, ugly and mean and that overseas job offer will start to look like a dream come true.
I am in Sin City with a heavy mind, a fatter ass and the urge to do something stupid creeping up on me. I'm just happy that my self-control is still tied into my severe stubbornness. It just puts a damper on the usual, acceptable fun that can be had in a place where no one I know will see me for a year and the rest don't give a rat's ass.
Going to revel in some selfishness because no one's here to make me feel bad about not caring about other people for a change -
I need a nap.
I need a drink.
I need a friend.
I need some food.
I need... fuck it. It doesn't matter what I need. But it will. Because any more of this and it won't be clean and it won't be nice. It'll be dirty, ugly and mean and that overseas job offer will start to look like a dream come true.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Test
I know there's been a whole lot of griping about Windows Vista, but if this works, then I say it's worth it! Laziness is the mother of invention... and child-hood obesity.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Ain't Technology Grand?
How tech-simple have I become that I barely saw that I can e-mail blog posts to myself and post whatever nonsense I want under the guise of penning work-related correspondence? Then again, as a CAD monkey, any inordinate amount of typing automatically raises suspicion. After all, lines and circles don't require epics.
Soooo..... yeah..... And the excitement has worn off under the extremely heavy burden of writer's block. Yep. No writing for me lately. I think that may have a helluva lot to do with the fact that whenever the urge arises, there's always someone to interrupt, to want to know what I'm writing, to cause severe bouts of paranoia that somehow others will read what I don't want them to which in turn causes the socially acceptable tidbits to run and hide. It may also have a bit to do with the lack of sleep, the constant anger, the fact that everything I say in my personal life is written off as a joke/empty threat...
I began this as a way to clean my head out every once in a while, but maybe it can serve a new purpose, become a place to get the point that seems to be lost in translation from angry to anger-causing. (I'm generally so annoyed even my metaphors and personifications have gone idjit). After all if someone won't listen when they're right in front of you, maybe they'll perk up those ears when a whole single-digit (or possible fraction) number of people get to see it.
Soooo..... yeah..... And the excitement has worn off under the extremely heavy burden of writer's block. Yep. No writing for me lately. I think that may have a helluva lot to do with the fact that whenever the urge arises, there's always someone to interrupt, to want to know what I'm writing, to cause severe bouts of paranoia that somehow others will read what I don't want them to which in turn causes the socially acceptable tidbits to run and hide. It may also have a bit to do with the lack of sleep, the constant anger, the fact that everything I say in my personal life is written off as a joke/empty threat...
I began this as a way to clean my head out every once in a while, but maybe it can serve a new purpose, become a place to get the point that seems to be lost in translation from angry to anger-causing. (I'm generally so annoyed even my metaphors and personifications have gone idjit). After all if someone won't listen when they're right in front of you, maybe they'll perk up those ears when a whole single-digit (or possible fraction) number of people get to see it.
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