lindex

My mood:
My drink: PBR
My blatter: full
My night: dorky
My transportation: cab
My vice: conversation
My fear: forgotten
My omission: friends
My ....

Arg this sux, It's friday night, I could at least be getting drunk, but no, I'm on fucking call and I have to sit here and wait to see if something breaks with this stupid fucking phone switch update at work.
The chances are prolly about %75 that I won't have todo jack, it not that I'm really complaining that I wont really have to...
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Some days are just meant to be spent at home.
Sat around and watched T.V. at my neighbors, watched a couple of movies, now I'm going to code then go to bed.
I have whaat my ex used to call the "mommy syndrome", being as I didn't really have much of a mother or parenting for that matter. Is is so wrong to sometimes desire...
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If I die before I wake; at least in heaven I can skate.
My body hates me now, i've havent skated this much in about 4 years. It's paying off, starting to pull alot bigger stuff.
Coded for 10 hours strait today, I'm starting to really hate my job. I wanna wash dishes or serve drinks or something. I don't want to think anymore, its...
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omg $71 later, I like to buy ppl drinks way to much :\
anyways. shower, water, food ... these things I need.
oh yeah, a cigg to smoke is something I want.

All dressed up and nuffin really todo.
I smashed my ankle while skating today at burnside, so I came home showered to feel better and since I'm not going to skate tonite (being as my fucking ankle is a boo boo)
I got kinda dressed, but I don't really have anything todo. Prolly just going to the BR and eat/play/sing, maybe the god of random...
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movie day, its a movie day.

I once saw a women kill her self; you may have heard me mention it before. It comes to my mind pretty often for someone with as short an attention span as I, but its not the horror of the incident that I remember, its the way I felt.
Like most memories its a bleak flat sort of picture, all washed out and crisp like...
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Hope is trincket emotion God gave us to keep our selfs from finding the truth, that truth being that for all of our free choice for all of that guilt that we our still prisoners to a work camp for the mind.
When you get to the top of the mountain you realize that it is more fun to fall then climb.

#include <sg.h>

int main(void) {
printf("lindex has nothing to say");
exit(1);
}