i sit here wondering what the fuck is going on in my life.
it is currently a beutiful 63 degrees. fuck spring being the season of love, thats what fall is. fall is so fleeting, it seems, to me at least, that by the time you really appreciate fall, its gone. just like so much of life.
however, here in the weirdest year of my life (so far) i have to say that i am noticing fall coming. maybe the odd schedule that i sort of work is part of it or maybe its, oh shit, dare i say it? getting older
? but seriously i have noticed the spiders and the birds acting differently the last week or so. which means its all drawing to a close. fall for the most part and just for me and my friends the bridgeport diaspora.
it was not too long ago that, aside from my family, i was seperated from all the people that really matter to me by a few blocks.
an odd situation indeed, but a cool one at that. saved by the bell the bridgeport years was how i liked to think of it, once upon a time.
that seems like long ago.
some how my generation. the generation that all you fuckers belong to, give or take a few years, is waaay different than the past few. none of my friends are married. hell, none of these fucks, myself at the top of the list, even have a steady whatever. its weird. in past generations all of my friends would be married wifff kid(s) at this point.
oh, hey, know what?
maybe the fact that all that cheeeeeeeep whine was full earlier, and im the only one here drinking, mayvbe that has something to do wiff my weird journal entry.
hoooo nose?
it is currently a beutiful 63 degrees. fuck spring being the season of love, thats what fall is. fall is so fleeting, it seems, to me at least, that by the time you really appreciate fall, its gone. just like so much of life.
however, here in the weirdest year of my life (so far) i have to say that i am noticing fall coming. maybe the odd schedule that i sort of work is part of it or maybe its, oh shit, dare i say it? getting older
? but seriously i have noticed the spiders and the birds acting differently the last week or so. which means its all drawing to a close. fall for the most part and just for me and my friends the bridgeport diaspora.
it was not too long ago that, aside from my family, i was seperated from all the people that really matter to me by a few blocks.
an odd situation indeed, but a cool one at that. saved by the bell the bridgeport years was how i liked to think of it, once upon a time.
that seems like long ago.
some how my generation. the generation that all you fuckers belong to, give or take a few years, is waaay different than the past few. none of my friends are married. hell, none of these fucks, myself at the top of the list, even have a steady whatever. its weird. in past generations all of my friends would be married wifff kid(s) at this point.
oh, hey, know what?
maybe the fact that all that cheeeeeeeep whine was full earlier, and im the only one here drinking, mayvbe that has something to do wiff my weird journal entry.
hoooo nose?
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thurmis:
ahh, boone's farm, the Chablis of the Southside
copillia:
wow. i love the haircut.