Seven minutes until my download finishes. Let's see if I can crank this out.
I started my new job writing control software for karting centers. As such, I spend an inordinate amount of time racing karts. I have my own office and all the fountain soda I can drink. It's funny that I've come to expect things like this in my jobs.
I had fun with the group last night. Karaoke was...disjointed seems appropriate. I had that feeling of being slightly-out-of-place/politely-tolerated again. However, I seem to always feel that way. The other children are cool and nice as always. They manage to bring me a few lighter moments, and those are always way too scarce in my life.
We had some drinks, and Adore and I had to have a making up moment since I'm a grumpy bastard that can't remember what it was like to be young any longer.
It's so hard to remember to call her Adore and all the others by their internet names when I think of them as something else.
I'm being requested to do some training in Australia toward the end of the month. I don't know if I want to go, but the deal is sweet. Unless timing is perfect, I might have to miss some things I've already promised to do here in Seattle with the SG crew. I don't know what to think about that. I've never broken a promise in my life.
I had an odd moment tonight in this out of the way comic book store where I was picking up the latest issue of Fables. The clerk asked me a few questions, and for a few minutes, I told her the truth about what I've seen and done. Not the picture I paint of a misanthropic, bumbling clod that somehow lucks into the right word or the right moment. I don't know what came over me.
I started writing this thinking to write something upbeat and fun. Now, I look back and the tone is somber. That's crazy to me. I'm sitting here in my over-priced apartment in a great building. I've got a pair of my favorite broken down old chinos and a skate tee on. The apartment is just perfectly warm, and my bottle of Evian is cold. I make a decent living. I've got friends and a cool job. Strange women on the street smile at me from time to time. I barely need to sleep. I've always got energy. I never get sick. I never really want for anything this side of a Mercedes SLR McLaren.
I have a pretty decent life.
And yet I'm always vaguely unsettled.
I started my new job writing control software for karting centers. As such, I spend an inordinate amount of time racing karts. I have my own office and all the fountain soda I can drink. It's funny that I've come to expect things like this in my jobs.
I had fun with the group last night. Karaoke was...disjointed seems appropriate. I had that feeling of being slightly-out-of-place/politely-tolerated again. However, I seem to always feel that way. The other children are cool and nice as always. They manage to bring me a few lighter moments, and those are always way too scarce in my life.
We had some drinks, and Adore and I had to have a making up moment since I'm a grumpy bastard that can't remember what it was like to be young any longer.
It's so hard to remember to call her Adore and all the others by their internet names when I think of them as something else.
I'm being requested to do some training in Australia toward the end of the month. I don't know if I want to go, but the deal is sweet. Unless timing is perfect, I might have to miss some things I've already promised to do here in Seattle with the SG crew. I don't know what to think about that. I've never broken a promise in my life.
I had an odd moment tonight in this out of the way comic book store where I was picking up the latest issue of Fables. The clerk asked me a few questions, and for a few minutes, I told her the truth about what I've seen and done. Not the picture I paint of a misanthropic, bumbling clod that somehow lucks into the right word or the right moment. I don't know what came over me.
I started writing this thinking to write something upbeat and fun. Now, I look back and the tone is somber. That's crazy to me. I'm sitting here in my over-priced apartment in a great building. I've got a pair of my favorite broken down old chinos and a skate tee on. The apartment is just perfectly warm, and my bottle of Evian is cold. I make a decent living. I've got friends and a cool job. Strange women on the street smile at me from time to time. I barely need to sleep. I've always got energy. I never get sick. I never really want for anything this side of a Mercedes SLR McLaren.
I have a pretty decent life.
And yet I'm always vaguely unsettled.
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freckle:
you have the oppisite problem then me... i want to call everyone by their sg names, and i sound like a big dork.
freckle:
i call everything 'little somthing-or-other' so no worries.
