I spent the last four days at my hometown up north and found it relaxing and stressful at the same time. I like visiting everyone and I tied up some long overdue loose ends with some old friends, and that was good. I just feel like their isn't enough time to satisfy everyone. I always feel like I left someone out and it worries me that they would feel slighted by me. I always hear "Last time you came up I didn't even see you, fucker, what the hell?" What do you say when someone brings up an oversight on your part and you honestly feel bad about it, but can't take it back? Oh well, fuck it.
I'm watching the Twilight Zone and Telly Savalas has hair. Believe it.
I am depressed about First Avenue closing. It is the end of an era. I heard about it becoming a House of Blues. That makes me want to throw up. Corporate America runs it all. We have no chance. We can't stop it.
Especially not with four more years of Bush, Dick, and Colon.
I need to find my confidence again. I used to be able to walk into a room and be able to talk to anyone there about anything. Now I can't hardly call for pizza some days. What has happened to me. I used to be proud of who I am. Now I just except it. I just need to find that spark in me that I know is there somewhere. Where is the guy that sang karoake even though he knew it was unbearable to others. The guy that would dance all night with whoever he could find. Told jokes and organized everyone to have some original fun. He is almost just a memory. Sometimes I fantasize about being him again but that is all it is...fantasy. I am not really distrought over his loss, just bewildered. I have decided to seek him out. Today I quit smoking. I am going to lose 50 punds by May. I am going to be lean and likable again...like Fabio. Wish me luck, all! I am going to need it.
With the return of mistakesmade, I am no longer going to do her QOTD. Welcome back to her. Her journals always brighten my day.
Everyone have a nice few days! Hopefully I will see some of you this weekend or next week.
Bye.
I'm watching the Twilight Zone and Telly Savalas has hair. Believe it.
I am depressed about First Avenue closing. It is the end of an era. I heard about it becoming a House of Blues. That makes me want to throw up. Corporate America runs it all. We have no chance. We can't stop it.
Especially not with four more years of Bush, Dick, and Colon.
I need to find my confidence again. I used to be able to walk into a room and be able to talk to anyone there about anything. Now I can't hardly call for pizza some days. What has happened to me. I used to be proud of who I am. Now I just except it. I just need to find that spark in me that I know is there somewhere. Where is the guy that sang karoake even though he knew it was unbearable to others. The guy that would dance all night with whoever he could find. Told jokes and organized everyone to have some original fun. He is almost just a memory. Sometimes I fantasize about being him again but that is all it is...fantasy. I am not really distrought over his loss, just bewildered. I have decided to seek him out. Today I quit smoking. I am going to lose 50 punds by May. I am going to be lean and likable again...like Fabio. Wish me luck, all! I am going to need it.
With the return of mistakesmade, I am no longer going to do her QOTD. Welcome back to her. Her journals always brighten my day.
Everyone have a nice few days! Hopefully I will see some of you this weekend or next week.
Bye.
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now bend over... it's spanking time.
shit that has to be kept secret so dont tell. keep it hush hush....