So...this weekend wasn't exactly as much fun as I had hoped. The details...meh...they're boring. I'm hoping this general malaise of funk and cynicism will be gone in a couple days. Even though it's not the wise thing to do, I can already find myself retreating into my small hobble of melancholy, which is typically how I try and work through my own emotions without pestering too many people about trivial things that really only matter to me.
On the BRIGHT SIDE, however, at the end of December some of my closest buddies are coming to visit for a few days and we're going to do stupid guy things (mostly get drunk and make fart jokes). I could use some guy time. In the meantime, I'm probably going to listen to some good, old fashioned, "fuck you!" music.
Also on the bright side, I'm remembering again why writing things out like this, even if they are public, is still pretty damn therapeutic.
On the BRIGHT SIDE, however, at the end of December some of my closest buddies are coming to visit for a few days and we're going to do stupid guy things (mostly get drunk and make fart jokes). I could use some guy time. In the meantime, I'm probably going to listen to some good, old fashioned, "fuck you!" music.
Also on the bright side, I'm remembering again why writing things out like this, even if they are public, is still pretty damn therapeutic.
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anyways.. friends?