so everything is... well half, maybe a third, ok some stuff is not too shitty. In general, I'm really glad for the friends i have, and the loyalty and all that jazz, make dark days like just a bit less painful.
Aside: I'm neck deep in all the lame geeky distractions I can muster, from staring at my comp. to messing around in the back yard with plastic army men.Ok so we were just thinking about it, but it's still pretty useless. I could be working out, or eating right, or sleeping. I certainly, and probably should, lay off the coffee for a bit, but.... that all seems just about a thousand times more respectable than I'd like to be at the moment.
I'm ever always so concerned with respectability anyway,really, what are they going to think of me at the next neighborhood sing-a-long, when I show up half naked screaming unintelligibly, stinking of sake and something viscous. oh wait, in my 'hood, we don't have singa longs... per say. Occasionally the wandering crazy folk and a passing ricerocket with approximately way too fucking much bass harmonize through my paper thick walls to allow for a new aural experience.
Another aside: I had a dream about Amina last night, but everything was rendered in a wierd slightly anime style, a bit unusual (i don't think she works at a fast food place) but not unenjoyable except when the one eyed jelly thing tried to eat my face off. Suffice to say I woke up....
well, at least I'm up past my bedtime again
oh and godamn the women in this place are so amazing it makes me wanna die a happy man.
Aside: I'm neck deep in all the lame geeky distractions I can muster, from staring at my comp. to messing around in the back yard with plastic army men.Ok so we were just thinking about it, but it's still pretty useless. I could be working out, or eating right, or sleeping. I certainly, and probably should, lay off the coffee for a bit, but.... that all seems just about a thousand times more respectable than I'd like to be at the moment.
I'm ever always so concerned with respectability anyway,really, what are they going to think of me at the next neighborhood sing-a-long, when I show up half naked screaming unintelligibly, stinking of sake and something viscous. oh wait, in my 'hood, we don't have singa longs... per say. Occasionally the wandering crazy folk and a passing ricerocket with approximately way too fucking much bass harmonize through my paper thick walls to allow for a new aural experience.
Another aside: I had a dream about Amina last night, but everything was rendered in a wierd slightly anime style, a bit unusual (i don't think she works at a fast food place) but not unenjoyable except when the one eyed jelly thing tried to eat my face off. Suffice to say I woke up....
well, at least I'm up past my bedtime again
oh and godamn the women in this place are so amazing it makes me wanna die a happy man.
oubliette1:
hey, there's a lot to be said about geeky distractions. my friends and I in our spare time make barbie porn...maybe I shouldn't admit to that. Good luck at the next neighborhood sing-a-long, just try to harmonize! Things will get better, I CAN assure of that...I just can't say when... 