Cats are meowing in the background right now. The only sounds to speak of, are low purrs coming from under the door, and my fingers clicking across this keyboard.
Work was all right last night, I guess. I hung out with friends, skated for a bit, and witnessed the anger-induced destruction of two skateboards. I was able to ollie much higher than I previously was able to, but that's about all I've been able to do recently. Parking block boardslides are always fun, goofy-footed, backside. My kickflips are weak as fuck. I suck, but it's fun regardless. It's good exercise (aside from the swollen elbow), if nothing else. An interesting and challenging diversion. Fuck it. It's just fun.
It's 7:32 in the morning, I'm still awake, and I'm not feeling in the least bit sleepy. In-som-ni-a strikes again. I'm going to have to lay down and attempt to force myself to go to sleep, because if not, I'm going to end up sleeping all day tomorrow/today, when I'm scheduled to work at 4.
I don't know about anyone else, but I hate it when you pass out, forgetting to set any sort of alarm, and then you wake up on your own, around "7", but you don't know if it's 7am or 7pm. I've done that before. You wake up, look out the window, and it's "that" time, the time of the day when simply looking at the sky doesn't tell you shit, because at that instant, dawn looks exactly the same as dusk. I've made many a frantic call into work, in the past, because of this same scenario. It makes for some interesting phone conversations with the people you work with.
I think it's just silly, that in "real-life" I'm usually either shy, intimidated, or just outright afraid to talk to people, even to people I'd really, really like to... Yet online, it doesn't bother me in the least to share the most embarrassing details of myself with people.
I just wrote my mother a really long e-mail for no apparent reason. I was thoroughly pissed one day a while back, and I wrote her an e-mail just saying how I was so sick and tired of everything in general, and I guess she got worried about me, because, as my coworkers and I were closing up a few nights ago, she stopped by "to see if I was doing okay". At 11:30 pm. Half an hour after the store closed. I figured I owed her an e-mail, if nothing else. I don't get to see my mom very often these days. I'm supposed to ride with her up to Richmond, VA on Thursday. She's going to some book signing or something-or-other, somewhere, and I figured I'd go and chill in VA for a bit, make my mom listen to my shit the whole way there, and maybe end up having fun. I plan on taking a bunch of pics purely for my own personal entertainment.
My mom always runs her hand down my back when I give her a hug, because I hardly ever eat, and I guess I'm getting thinner and thinner with each consecutive visit, so she does it to feel how defined my ribs and spine are. It's a bit weird and strange when I think about it, but things have been that way for so long (a year or two... or three) that I'm used to them now. The end result is that she always gets upset with me, and I refuse to eat what's in her and my dad's refrigerator.
Yep.
I'm going to go try to pass out now... To the lovely sounds of some old-school Squarepusher.
Work was all right last night, I guess. I hung out with friends, skated for a bit, and witnessed the anger-induced destruction of two skateboards. I was able to ollie much higher than I previously was able to, but that's about all I've been able to do recently. Parking block boardslides are always fun, goofy-footed, backside. My kickflips are weak as fuck. I suck, but it's fun regardless. It's good exercise (aside from the swollen elbow), if nothing else. An interesting and challenging diversion. Fuck it. It's just fun.
It's 7:32 in the morning, I'm still awake, and I'm not feeling in the least bit sleepy. In-som-ni-a strikes again. I'm going to have to lay down and attempt to force myself to go to sleep, because if not, I'm going to end up sleeping all day tomorrow/today, when I'm scheduled to work at 4.
I don't know about anyone else, but I hate it when you pass out, forgetting to set any sort of alarm, and then you wake up on your own, around "7", but you don't know if it's 7am or 7pm. I've done that before. You wake up, look out the window, and it's "that" time, the time of the day when simply looking at the sky doesn't tell you shit, because at that instant, dawn looks exactly the same as dusk. I've made many a frantic call into work, in the past, because of this same scenario. It makes for some interesting phone conversations with the people you work with.
I think it's just silly, that in "real-life" I'm usually either shy, intimidated, or just outright afraid to talk to people, even to people I'd really, really like to... Yet online, it doesn't bother me in the least to share the most embarrassing details of myself with people.
I just wrote my mother a really long e-mail for no apparent reason. I was thoroughly pissed one day a while back, and I wrote her an e-mail just saying how I was so sick and tired of everything in general, and I guess she got worried about me, because, as my coworkers and I were closing up a few nights ago, she stopped by "to see if I was doing okay". At 11:30 pm. Half an hour after the store closed. I figured I owed her an e-mail, if nothing else. I don't get to see my mom very often these days. I'm supposed to ride with her up to Richmond, VA on Thursday. She's going to some book signing or something-or-other, somewhere, and I figured I'd go and chill in VA for a bit, make my mom listen to my shit the whole way there, and maybe end up having fun. I plan on taking a bunch of pics purely for my own personal entertainment.
My mom always runs her hand down my back when I give her a hug, because I hardly ever eat, and I guess I'm getting thinner and thinner with each consecutive visit, so she does it to feel how defined my ribs and spine are. It's a bit weird and strange when I think about it, but things have been that way for so long (a year or two... or three) that I'm used to them now. The end result is that she always gets upset with me, and I refuse to eat what's in her and my dad's refrigerator.
Yep.
I'm going to go try to pass out now... To the lovely sounds of some old-school Squarepusher.
cincity:
Hey I am gonna be in RVA on Saturday!