i do my best blogging when i'm not even at my computer.
i feel like whenever a good thought, story, description, or idea comes to me and i want to write it down i'm always off doing something else, like driving or taking a shit. for a long time i considered carrying around a tape recorder to keep better track of my thoughts so i could record them down later on my computer, but alas it never happened. this is probably best because i really dislike the sound of my voice so much i'd probably never listen to any of it. for a while i wrote down thoughts in notebooks and journals, but i hate writing out thoughts in long hand. my hand cramps up and gets all sweaty, and typically my thoughts are so much faster than my hands that i can't get everything down the way i want it the first time. typing, i don't have that problem. somehow, i'm an excellent typist (assuming we don't include spelling errors and typos).
SOOOO, it looks like i may be getting a new job. in the long term, this is awesome. in the short term, its a shit-sandwhich filled with elephant cum. its a huge pay cut and a huge drop in hours, but the room for growth looks to be amazing! assuming i don't fuck up. i have to go to my parents and so something that i hoped i'd never have to: ask for help
if i take this job, i'll probably be alot happier and less stressed, at work anyways. but it also means that i won't be able to afford fucking ANYTHING for myself for a few months. that means, less drinking, no pot, no going out and enjoying my life, and definitely no hookers. i don't get hookers anyways, but now i definitley won't be able to. the benefits? well, long term, i'll learn how to work in a fully functional professional kitchen, learn how to work a line, hopefully know how to run a line someday, and might actually have a career as opposed to a series of lame jobs over and over again. i wasted away my twenties, so i guess i'd better get my shit together now before i waste away my 30s, too. and if it doesn't work? well, there's always gay porn...
i feel like whenever a good thought, story, description, or idea comes to me and i want to write it down i'm always off doing something else, like driving or taking a shit. for a long time i considered carrying around a tape recorder to keep better track of my thoughts so i could record them down later on my computer, but alas it never happened. this is probably best because i really dislike the sound of my voice so much i'd probably never listen to any of it. for a while i wrote down thoughts in notebooks and journals, but i hate writing out thoughts in long hand. my hand cramps up and gets all sweaty, and typically my thoughts are so much faster than my hands that i can't get everything down the way i want it the first time. typing, i don't have that problem. somehow, i'm an excellent typist (assuming we don't include spelling errors and typos).
SOOOO, it looks like i may be getting a new job. in the long term, this is awesome. in the short term, its a shit-sandwhich filled with elephant cum. its a huge pay cut and a huge drop in hours, but the room for growth looks to be amazing! assuming i don't fuck up. i have to go to my parents and so something that i hoped i'd never have to: ask for help
if i take this job, i'll probably be alot happier and less stressed, at work anyways. but it also means that i won't be able to afford fucking ANYTHING for myself for a few months. that means, less drinking, no pot, no going out and enjoying my life, and definitely no hookers. i don't get hookers anyways, but now i definitley won't be able to. the benefits? well, long term, i'll learn how to work in a fully functional professional kitchen, learn how to work a line, hopefully know how to run a line someday, and might actually have a career as opposed to a series of lame jobs over and over again. i wasted away my twenties, so i guess i'd better get my shit together now before i waste away my 30s, too. and if it doesn't work? well, there's always gay porn...