jakesattic

Another night another dollar or two. I wish I had something witty to write in mind, but I'm not all that hung up on trying to impress people with intelligence. I guess that makes me stupid, humble, arrogant, frustrated, jealous, angry, livid, tricked, or ironic.
You decide.

None the less here I am typing away for no reason. I hate that feeling, doing something that seems without purpose. I suppose if I really dig down and think, I could say something to try and lift an eyebrow, spark a grin, or make someone lay their hand on their face gently. It's just not for me, I don't write this in word, spellcheck it and then cut and paste, I just write the shit, cause I really don't fuckin care what people think. Someday, I'll start a project, I will finish it, be proud and start another. Thats how life will be, minus the druid overtones I hope.

All in all this is just a vent, don't take it to heart, don't even worry about it, I'm a clutz, writing because for some stoopid reason I cannot describe I feel that I have to, and thats about all.
What a dumb day. I need some ocean in my life. Some cocnuts in my tree's, some sand in my toes.

I've got some real estate here in my bag.