distant

i must shorten my nights out per week. i need a new car, i want to move into my own place... i'm going through a large period of change lately.

why is it everyone assumes that because you're out with someone frequently that you're *with* them?

i was told i had nice teeth, my response was "you're either very drunk, or blind" to that person, sorry i was an ass, but... yeah, i don't have nice teeth.

my days are happier still, but seem to be devoid of something more, and i know it's not love i'm looking for, it's not love that's missing. it's the drive to be doing something. i love my job but i desire, i lust after the ability to rape my mind for all the words in it and spill them before the masses.

one of my good friends will be moving to new york soon, i'll miss her. i've known her since high school and she's been very kind since i've been back. oh, and new york, look out, she's a fucking handful

on a happier note, the plans to buy my way into a partnership within the company are going along well, my budget plan would work if i could stop buying everyone else's drinks and tipping 75%.

i need glasses.
i need to read more.
i need to quit smoking.
i miss the change of seasons.
i'm ready for a new tattoo.
i'm ready for a little piece of mexico.
i'm ready for things to settle a little.
i'm ready but i'm not waiting.
just watch me.

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