Oh Oh...a post a post...What shall I write about this fine....eerr...rainy day...?! I know...heh...maybe...
No lovie-dovie post today. To be honest, that isn't normally my style. I just get sidetracked on occasion...heh...Don't we all...
So, I was driving back to the office after lunch today, right, and this song was on the radio, "Novacaine for the Soul" by the Eels or something like that...heh...I wasn't paying all that much attention. And the line was sang, 'Life is hard, and so am I,' which I couldn't help but chuckle at....'cause of the hard part...
Anyway...It made me think...Life really isn't that hard...The whole concept of life is just to live...And, that is kinda something we just do...well, until we don't anymore...But it isn't the whole fact that life is hard, moreso it is hard to achieve extravagence in life.
I was thinking today, how I really have not matured at all. Heh...it made me think about it because every time I have someone come visit me, I have to clean my room...and my room looks like a torando ran through it. And yet, I don't care...I guess I measure maturity based upon the level of importance of things in your life.
Oh well, I am being distracted by other things...so until later,
<3,
~C~
No lovie-dovie post today. To be honest, that isn't normally my style. I just get sidetracked on occasion...heh...Don't we all...
So, I was driving back to the office after lunch today, right, and this song was on the radio, "Novacaine for the Soul" by the Eels or something like that...heh...I wasn't paying all that much attention. And the line was sang, 'Life is hard, and so am I,' which I couldn't help but chuckle at....'cause of the hard part...
Anyway...It made me think...Life really isn't that hard...The whole concept of life is just to live...And, that is kinda something we just do...well, until we don't anymore...But it isn't the whole fact that life is hard, moreso it is hard to achieve extravagence in life.
I was thinking today, how I really have not matured at all. Heh...it made me think about it because every time I have someone come visit me, I have to clean my room...and my room looks like a torando ran through it. And yet, I don't care...I guess I measure maturity based upon the level of importance of things in your life.
Oh well, I am being distracted by other things...so until later,
<3,
~C~